“What do you want with me?”
“I have thought over your warning regarding the Indian attack, and have concluded to seek shelter here,” she replied.
“It’s the best thing you kin do,” said Kendrick, approvingly.
Girty’s face wore a strange expression as he looked up at the girl.
“Is this your daughter?” he said, in an undertone to Kendrick.
“Yes,” the other replied; “don’t you remember her?”
“Her face is familiar to me,” said Girty, with a puzzled air, “yet I can not remember ever meeting her before.”
“She was with me, hyer in the nation, some five years ago; of course she’s changed a good deal since that time.”
“That is probably the reason why her face seems strange and yet familiar to me. But come this way a moment. I have something to say to you.”
Kendrick followed Girty. A few paces on, out of ear-shot of the girl, Girty halted.