The moonlight which entered the different windows, made it quite light here, and he saw her at once as she came forward to meet him. He pressed her to his heart, and imprinting a kiss upon her cheek, led her back to the window at which she was standing when he entered.
"We are in a bad fix," he said.
"There is hope, I trust."
"I can not see any, or very little at least."
"Will they not leave after such a repulse?"
"I see no hope of it."
"They are moving very rapidly, and will not linger long in this neighborhood. You know the Comanches go as quickly as they come."
"Not always; we have slain one of their number, and they will get even with us if possible. If they can manage to put me out of the way, I have no doubt they will be satisfied to take you and go."
"Oh, Sebastian!" she exclaimed, in a reproving, tender voice, "why do you speak so lightly of so terrible a thing? Do you think I could live after your death?"
"I don't doubt your love, dearest, and I shall stay here and fight to the death for you; but, at such a time as this, there is nothing to be gained by shutting our eyes to the truth."