Fitzhugh Beverley is the best Indian fighter, Daniel Boone and Simon Kenton excepted, in the American colonies." On her way home Alice met Father Beret, who turned and walked beside her.

He was so overjoyed at her release that he could scarcely speak; but held her hand and stroked it gently while she told him her story.
It was beginning to rain, a steady, cold shower, when they reached the house, and for many days and nights thereafter the downfall continued almost incessantly.
"Dear child," said Father Beret, stopping at the gate and looking beseechingly into Alice's face, "you must stay at home now--stay in the house--it will be horribly dangerous for you to pass about in the village after your--after what has happened." "Do not fear, Father, I will be careful.

Aren't you coming in?
I'll find you a cake and a glass of wine." "No, child, not now." "Then good-bye, good-bye," she said, turning from him to run into the house.

"Come soon, I shall be so lonesome." On the veranda she suddenly stopped, running her fingers about her neck and into her bosom.
"Oh, Father, Father Beret, I've lost my locket!" she cried.

"See if I dropped it there." She went back to the gate, searching the ground with her eyes.