He may now consider us far enough away from the fort to decoy and murder us, seize our vessel and goods, and no suspicion rest upon him as the murderer and robber." "It may be that he has accomplices on our track; a band of savages to quietly dispose of us and seize our possessions." As he spoke these words he appeared much more agitated than on the previous evening.
Margaret replied, "God's will be done! We must anchor at some point to-night--Why not anchor here?
At the earnest solicitation of his wife, Captain Godfrey consented to run the sloop toward the shore and anchor.
After a lengthened discussion between the Captain and his wife upon the question of keeping watch during the night, Margaret carried her point, and soon after stood alone on the deck.
The reader, doubtless, will wonder why Margaret expressed so strong a desire to keep watch through the long, lonely hours of darkness.

Before the conclusion of the story is reached, he will have found out the reason.
Soon all was hushed, gross darkness had gathered over the face of nature, and the eyes of the beloved on board were closed in sleep.

At about midnight Margaret was slightly startled at hearing a footstep on deck.

"Paul," she whispered, "is that you." "Me," he answered in a low, soft tone.

"Most Indians away, far up country after game, and not come back few days." Paul Guidon was a sub-chief, and one of the bravest of the tribe over which he exercised some authority.