He had hoped that there would soon be an end of these rumours of wars.
His immediate forefathers had been men of peace, and he had never known the craving after the excitement of battle.
Yet as his brother spoke there came upon him a new feeling.

He felt his arm tingling; he felt the hot blood surging through his veins.
He was conscious that were an enemy to show face at that moment between the trees of the forest, he would be ready to spring upon him like a wild beast, and rend him limb from limb without pity and without remorse.
But the Indians had made off as silently and as swiftly as they appeared.

Not a vestige of the band remained behind.

And there was work for the brothers at that moment of a different sort, and work which left its lasting mark upon the memory and even upon the nature of Humphrey Angell.
Together the brothers dug a deep grave.

Reverently they deposited in it all that was left of the mortal remains of those whom they had loved so tenderly and well: the kindly house mother, to whose industry and thrift so much of their comfort had been due; the little, innocent, prattling children and brave little lads, who were already learning to be useful to father and mother.