They rubbed the sleep from their eyes and stood up. Davy walked over to them and handed each one a piece of bacon and a piece of hard bread. “Good morning,” he said cheerily. “Are you ready to be moving out?” Braden looked around at the men falling into line. “Where are we going?” he asked. Davy pointed down the trail. “About five miles that way, there’s an Indian village. It is the one whose warriors attacked the settlers the other day. We are going to march to that village.” Dylan started to say something, but an order to fall in was shouted. Davy motioned for the children to follow him and found his place in the line of soldiers. The sun was shining, and soon Addie and her friends were sweating as they walked alongside of Davy. It felt like they had marched for hours when the command to halt was given. They looked down the trail but were unable to see anything. Some officers came walking down the trail, taking men with them and disappearing into the woods. At last an officer approached Davy and motioned him to follow.
