Humph!" He let the paper flutter to the ground, and turned to Audrey with a kindly smile.

"I am much afraid that this man of the church, whom I gave thee for guardian, child, is but a rascal, after all, and a wolf in sheep's clothing.

But let him go hang while I show you my garden." Going closer, he glanced at her keenly; then went nearer still, and touched her cheek with his forefinger.

"You have been crying," he said.
"There _were_ Indians, then.

How many and how strong, Audrey ?" The dark eyes that met his were the eyes of the child who, in the darkness, through the corn, had run from him, her helper.