In her white dress she made such a dainty picture that she seemed out of place among those surroundings.

Alfred Clarke, for one, thought such a charming vision was wasted on the rough settlers, every one of whom wore a faded and dirty buckskin suit and a belt containing a knife and a tomahawk.
Colonel Zane stepped up to Betty and placing his arm around her turned toward Clarke with pride in his eyes.
"Betty, I want to make you acquainted with the hero of the hour, Mr.
Alfred Clarke.

This is my sister." Betty bowed to Alfred, but lowered her eyes instantly on encountering the young man's gaze.
"I have had the pleasure of meeting Miss Zane twice today," said Alfred.
"Twice ?" asked Colonel Zane, turning to Betty.

She did not answer, but disengaged herself from his arm and sat down by Isaac.
"It was on the river road that I first met Miss Zane, although I did not know her then," answered Alfred.

"I had some difficulty in stopping her pony from going to Fort Pitt, or some other place down the river." "Ha! Ha! Well, I know she rides that pony pretty hard," said Colonel Zane, with his hearty laugh.