No wonder Mrs.Zane's face blanched.

How many times she had seen her husband grasp his rifle and run out to meet danger! "Bessie," said Betty.

"If it's true I will not be able to bear it.
It's all my fault." "Nonsense! You heard Eb say Miller and Clarke had quarreled before.
They hated each other before they ever saw you." A door banged, quick footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Isaac came rushing into the room.

Betty, deathly pale, stood with her hands pressed to her bosom, and looked at Isaac with a question in her eyes that her tongue could not speak.
"Betty, Alfred's badly hurt, but he's alive.

I can tell you no more now," said Isaac.