but careful aim at Stiger's legs, Poke Stover pulled the trigger of his gun.
The report, which awakened all of the others, was followed by a scream of pain from the half-breed, who went a step or two more and then sank in a heap.
"What does this mean?" demanded Amos Radbury, as he, too, seized his gun. "Are we attacked by Indians?"
"No, we were attacked by Hank Stiger," answered Dan, and pointed to the keg of powder.
"My powder! What was he going to do with that?"
"Blow us all sky-high."
"And you saw him?"
"Yes, I caught him in the act of lighting the fuse lying there."
"But how came you to be up?"
"I was restless,—thinking about the keg and other things."
"It must have been an act of Providence," murmured Amos Radbury. "Who fired the shot?"
"Poke Stover. He has gone after Stiger," concluded Dan.
All ran out of the cabin, and found the frontiersman and the half-breed at the edge of the clearing. Hank Stiger had been struck in the knee and was evidently suffering great pain, for after screaming for awhile he fell back in a dead faint.
