Edward Eggleston,
Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans
“ They could still see the fort. They did not think of danger. Trees and bushes grew thick down to the edge of the river. Five strong Indians were hiding in the bushes. One Indian crept care-ful-ly through the bushes. He made no more noise than a snake. When he got to the edge of the water he put out his long arm and caught hold of the rope that hung down from the canoe. In a moment he had turned the boat around and drawn it out of sight from the fort. The girls screamed when they saw the Indian. ”
