He was at our house, too, and, oh!--" She burst out crying again.

"O Alice! It breaks my heart to think that the Indians will kill him.

Do you think they will kill him, Alice ?" "He'll come nearer killing them," said Alice confidently, with her strong, warm arms around the tiny lass; "he's a good woodsman, a fine shot--he's not so easy to kill, my dear.

If he and Papa Roussillon should get together by chance they would be a match for all the Indians in the country.

Anyway, I feel that it's much better for them to take their chances in the woods than to be in the hands of Governor Hamilton.