So far as seeming went Braxton Wyatt was certainly right.

The spring day was full of golden sunshine, the fresh new green of the forest was unsullied, and it was hard to conjure up even the shadow of danger.
Wyatt might have ground for his suspicion, but why should Henry Ware sound a false alarm?
The words "perhaps to cover up something else" returned to her mind, but she dismissed them angrily.
She went to the Ware house and rejoiced with Mrs.Ware, to whom a son had come back from the dead, and in whose joy there was no flaw.
According to her mother's heart a wonder had been performed, and it had been done for her special benefit.
The village was in full posture of defense, all were inside the walls and every man had gone to his post.

They now awaited the attack, and yet there was some distrust of Henry Ware.

Braxton Wyatt, a clever youth, had insidiously sowed the seeds of suspicion, and already there was a crop of unbelief.

By indirection he had called attention to the strange appearance of the returned wanderer, the Indianlike air that he had acquired, his new ways unlike their own, and his indifference to many things that he had formerly liked.