The wound was bathed, sewed up, and bandaged, and the greatest precaution taken to prevent the sufferer from loosening the linen.

Every day when Mrs.Zane returned from the bedside of the young man she would be met at the door by Betty, who, in that time of suspense, had lost her bloom, and whose pale face showed the effects of sleepless nights.
"Betty, would you mind going over to the Fort and relieving Mrs.
Martin an hour or two ?" said Mrs.Zane one day as she came home, looking worn and weary.

"We are both tired to death, and Nell Metzar was unable to come.

Clarke is unconscious, and will not know you, besides he is sleeping now." Betty hurried over to Capt.

Boggs' cabin, next the blockhouse, where Alfred lay, and with a palpitating heart and a trepidation wholly out of keeping with the brave front she managed to assume, she knocked gently on the door.
"Ah, Betty, 'tis you, bless your heart," said a matronly little woman who opened the door.