He could not answer her.

He seemed stricken with merciless truth.

Slowly dropping his head, he remained motionless, a pathetic and tragic figure; and he did not stir until the rapid beat of hoofs denoted the approach of horsemen.

Blaisdell appeared on his white charger, leading a pack animal.

And behind rode a group of men, all heavily armed, and likewise with packs.
"Get down an' come in," was Isbel's greeting.