Mrs. Hardy could not restrain
herself from sobbing in her husband's arms at the thought of his
fearful danger, while the girls cried sore and kissed their
brothers, and all their friends crowded round them and wrung their
hands warmly; while Terence sought relief by going out into the
garden, dancing a sort of jig, and giving vent to a series of wild
war-whoops.
It was some time before all were sufficiently calm to listen to the
remainder of the story, which was received with renewed
congratulations.
When it was all over a council was held, and it was agreed that
there was no chance whatever of the Indians returning to renew the
contest, as they would be helpless on foot; but that if by a spy
they found out that their horses were there, they might endeavor to
recover them. It was therefore agreed that they should be driven
over at once to Mr. Percy's, there to remain until a purchaser was
obtained for them. In the afternoon the party dispersed, with many
thanks from the Hardys for their prompt assistance.
CHAPTER XI.
QUIET TIMES.
"After a storm comes a calm:" a saying true in the case of the
Hardys, as in that of most others. All their neighbors agreed that
after the very severe loss of the Indians, and the capture of the
whole of their horses, there was no chance whatever of another
attack, at any rate for many months.
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