Jim frowned fiercely and bit his lips.

Edwards began to laugh, and even Mr.Wells' serious face lapsed into a smile.
"I mean I've picked out a nice little Delaware squaw for Dave," said Heckewelder, seeing his badinage had somehow gone amiss.
"Oh-h!" suddenly cried Nell, in shuddering tones.
They all gazed at her in amazement.

Every vestige of color had receded from her face, leaving it marblelike.

Her eves were fixed in startled horror.

Suddenly she relaxed her grasp on the windowsill and fell back limp and senseless.
Heckewelder ran to the door to look out, while the others bent over the unconscious girl, endeavoring to revive her.