But come," and he reached over and took her hand, "you must not give up now." She offered no resistance, but sat motionless, her face turned away.
Yet she knew she trembled from head to foot, the reaction mastering her.

A red tongue of flame seemed to slit the outside blackness; there was a single sharp report, echoing back from the bluff, but no sound of the striking bullet.

Just an instant he caught a glimpse of her face, as she drew back, startled.
"Oh, they are coming again! What shall we do ?" "No," he insisted, still retaining her hand, confident in his judgment.
"Those fellows will not attempt to rush us again to-night.

You must keep cool, for we shall need all our wits to get away.

An Indian never risks a night assault, unless it is a surprise.