Clarke, will you please run over to Captain Boggs and tell Betty to hurry home! Sam, you get a blanket and warm it by the fire.

That's right, Bessie, bring the whiskey," and Colonel Zane went on giving orders.
Alfred did not know in the least who Betty was, but, as he thought that unimportant, he started off on a run for the fort.

He had a vague idea that Betty was the servant, possibly Sam's wife, or some one of the Colonel's several slaves.
Let us return to Betty.

As she wheeled her pony and rode away from the scene of her adventure on the river bluff, her state of mind can be more readily imagined than described.

Betty hated opposition of any kind, whether justifiable or not; she wanted her own way, and when prevented from doing as she pleased she invariably got angry.
To be ordered and compelled to give up her ride, and that by a stranger, was intolerable.