“No,” said Virginia, softly, “you are not to blame for the deeds of others. Live so that your life shall be a telling reproof to those who would blame you for the acts of your father. I do not think any the worse of you because you are the daughter of David Kendrick, the renegade. No, I rather pity you. I told you so when first we met in the ravine near Point Pleasant, and I repeat the words, now that I am here a captive in the hands of my enemies.”
“Oh, lady, you have the heart of an angel!” cried Kate earnestly.
“No, I am only a poor weak girl in deadly peril,” said Virginia, simply.
“Lady, I will try and save you from the danger that surrounds you!” cried Kate, impulsively.
“You will?” murmured Virginia, her face lighting up with joy.
“Yes; can you guess why I am here?”
“No,” Virginia replied, in wonder.
“I am placed here by Girty to watch you.”
“To watch me?”
“Yes, so that you can not escape from the toils that his cunning has drawn around you.”