He had tethered his horse, and was left as outpost to watch and give warning of poor Uncle Sam's return.
At the thought of this, my frightened courage, in some extraordinary way, came back.

I had played an ignoble part thus far, as almost any girl might have done.

But now I resolved that, whatever might happen, my dear friend and guardian should not be entrapped and lose his life through my cowardice.

We had been expecting him all the day; and if he should come and fall into an ambush, I only might survive to tell the tale.

I ought to have hurried and warned the house, as my bitter conscience told me; but now it was much too late for that.