In a single glance he saw the wildflowers scattered beside her, the little moccasin turned inside out, the woebegone, tearstained face, and he knew Betty had come to grief.
Confused and vexed, Betty sank back at the foot of the tree.

It is probable she would have encountered Girty or a member of his band of redmen, rather than have this young man find her in this predicament.

It provoked her to think that of all the people at the fort it should be the only one she could not welcome who should find her in such a sad plight.
"Why, Miss Zane!" he exclaimed, after a moment of hesitation.

"What in the world has happened?
Have you been hurt?
May I help you ?" "It is nothing," said Betty, bravely, as she gathered up her flowers and the moccasin and rose slowly to her feet.

"Thank you, but you need not wait." The cold words nettled Alfred and he was in the act of turning away from her when he caught, for the fleetest part of a second, the full gaze of her eyes.