In a moment they were all three within the cave.  Old Samson was still outside, and I saw him lift his rifle and fire.  At the same moment two arrows flew past his head--one sticking in the woodwork, the other entering the cavern--and just then I caught sight of the fierce countenances of half-a-dozen red warriors who were making their way between the trees.  Their leader, springing forward tomahawk in hand, nearly reached Samson; when, with the agility of a far younger man, he sprang through the opening, and I immediately closed the door--the sharp blade of the weapon burying itself deep in the wood.