"He caught me and shook me and fairly yelled at me, 'You save my boy once.

Me save you to-day.

Next time me see your man me kill him.' He flung me away from him and nearly off my horse--such eyes! such a face!--and went galloping off down the trail.

I feared I was going to be ill, so I came on homeward.

When I reached the top of the hill I saw the smoke and by the time I arrived the house was blazing and Smith was carrying water to put out the fire where it had caught upon the smoke house and stables." The men listened to her story with tense white faces.