He hates me because your sister--" "You cur!" cried Clarke, striking at Miller.Col.Zane struck up the infuriated young man's arm.
"Give us knives, or anything," panted Clarke.
"Yes, let us fight it out now," said Miller.
"Capt.

Boggs, take Clarke to the block-house.

Make him stay there if you have to lock him up," commanded Col.Zane.

"Miller, as for you, I cannot condemn you without proof.

If I knew positively that there were Indians on the island and that you were aware of it, you would be a dead man in less time than it takes to say it.