The girl could scarcely stand from weariness, and her dress clung about her, wet with the river-water and rent to tatters.

There was fear in the little lady's eyes.
"Where are they ?" she asked.
Weston stepped forward limping, and his face was set and gray.
"Up yonder, and quite safe," he said.

"Miss Kinnaird has hurt her knee.

Nothing serious, but it hurts her to walk.

I came for the Indians to help her down again." He raised his hand restrainingly.
"There is no cause for alarm.