GOLD AND GRIEF It may have been an hour, but it seemed an age, ere the sound of the horn, in Firm's strong blast, released me from my hiding-place.

I had heard no report of fire-arms, nor perceived any sign of conflict; and certainly the house was not on fire, or else I must have seen the smoke.
For being still in great alarm, I had kept a very sharp lookout.
Ephraim Gundry came to meet me, which was very kind of him.

He carried his bugle in his belt, that he might sound again for me, if needful.
But I was already running toward the house, having made up my mind to be resolute.

Nevertheless, I was highly pleased to have his company, and hear what had been done.
"Please to let me help you," he said, with a smile.

"Why, miss, you are trembling dreadfully.