He carried a rifle in his hand and a pack on his shoulder.
"Go away, or I'll call my brother.

I will not listen to you," said Betty, making a move to leave the window.
"Sh-h-h, not so loud," said Miller, in a quick, hoarse whisper.
"You'd better listen.

I am going across the border to join Girty.

He is going to bring the Indians and the British here to burn the settlement.

If you will go away with me I'll save the lives of your brothers and their families.