Then he heard a voice.
"O-h! but that brown place burns!" Alfred saw a bare and shapely arm.

Its beauty was marred by a cruel red welt.

He heard that same sweet voice laugh and cry together.
Then he came back to life and hope.

With one bound he sprang to a porthole.
"God, what a woman!" he said between his teeth, as he thrust the rifle forward.
It was indeed not a time for inaction.

The Indians, realizing they had been tricked and had lost a golden opportunity, rushed at the Fort with renewed energy.