It's torture to me to leave you, but you will lose nothing.

Three men could hold this place as well as six, if the Indians are not in earnest, and, if they are, a hundred would be too few.

Your danger will be starvation, and I will be a mouth less to feed.

If I get to the Border I will find help, for we cannot stay here for ever, and how d'you think we are to get Miss Blair by ourselves to the Rappahannock with every mile littered with fighting clans?
I must go, or I will never have another moment's peace in life." Grey was not convinced.

"Send the Indian," he said.
"And leave the stockade defenceless," I cried.