The forest was as silent as ever.
The last woman passed in, the gate was slammed shut, the heavy bars were dropped into place, and Mr.Upton throwing his arms about Lucy exclaimed: "Oh, my brave daughter!" She sank against him trembling, her nerves weak after the long tension, but she felt a great pride nevertheless.

She wished to show that a woman too could be physically brave in the face of the most terrible of all dangers, and she had triumphantly done so.
The bringing of the water, or rather the courage that inspired the act, heartened the garrison anew, and color came back to men's faces.

The schoolmaster discussed the incident with Tom Ross, and wondered why the Indians who were not in the habit of sparing women had not fired.
"Sometimes a man or a crowd of men won't do a thing that they would do at any other time," said Ross, "maybe they thought they could get us all in a bunch by waitin' an' maybe way down at the bottom of their savage souls, was a spark of generosity that lighted up for just this once.
We'll never know." Henry Ware went out that night, and returning before dawn with the same facility that marked all his movements in the wilderness, reported that the savage army was troubled.

All such forces are loose and irregular, with little cohesive power, and they will not bear disappointment and waiting.

Moreover the warriors having lost many men, with nothing in repayment were grumbling and saying that the face of Manitou was set against them.