Every one of these frenzied fiends is honest.

Think of that! Every man feels it his duty to murder these Christians.

Girty has led up to this by cunning, and now the time is come to let them loose." "It means death for all." "I have given up any thought of escaping," said Zeisberger, with the calmness that had characterized his manner since he returned to the village.

"I shall try to get into the church." "I'll join you there as soon as I see Williamson." Jim walked rapidly across the clearing to the cabin where Captain Williamson had quarters.

The frontiersmen stood in groups, watching the savages with an interest which showed little or no concern.
"I want to see Captain Williamson," said Jim to a frontiersman on guard at the cabin door.
"Wal, he's inside," drawled the man.
Jim thought the voice familiar, and he turned sharply to see the sun-burnt features of Jeff Lynn, the old riverman who had taken Mr.
Wells' party to Fort Henry.
"Why, Lynn! I'm glad to see you," exclaimed Jim.
"Purty fair to middlin'," answered Jeff, extending his big hand.
"Say, how's the other one, your brother as wus called Joe ?" "I don't know.