The horses still seemed restless, stamping and snorting, and she thought she could softly reach the adjoining tent and rouse the gentlemen, knowing that their arms were in readiness.
She had just stepped out of her own tent, and stood out of doors, when she caught a glimpse of a dark, muffled figure walking toward her.
The rain had ceased, but it was very dark, and only by the aid of the firelight, now grown dim, she perceived it.

A cold shudder crept over her, as, raising her eyes to the blackened sky but an instant, she sprung forward toward the place where she fancied the gentlemen were sleeping.

A hand was laid on her arm, and a deep voice sounded in her ear: "Be not alarmed, Miss Mary, I am here!" She trembled so that she could scarcely stand.

He supported her a moment, ere she replied in a whisper-- "What causes the disturbance to-night ?" "I feel assured there are Indians about, though you need fear nothing, for they are not in sufficient numbers to attack us.

There are four men in our party--nearly a dozen muskets, besides my pistols, and plenty of ammunition.