"There can be no doubt of it. There is no other building near it, and the light is in precisely the same spot. It is good-by to your home now."
"Uncle Hans will mourn its loss, but how can I, when Heaven has been so merciful to me?"
"He will have to build another; you will not!"
"But I will assist him."
"But there's a little cottage in Brownston, already finished, around which the honeysuckles and woodbine clamber, that is to be your home."
As the lover spoke, he leaned over in the darkness, and kissed the cheek that was not turned away from him.
Beyond the danger and darkness that enveloped them both, he saw the rainbow of hope. There was a sky all sunshine that was only a short distance away, and with the darling beautiful, loved Katrina by his side, there was nothing that could cloud or make him unhappy.
Hans Bungslager saw the light, but he had no suspicion that it was his own building that was on fire, else he would not have been so quiet, as he rode upon his horse.
The whites paused but a few moments, when they resumed their journey, moving with the same caution that had characterized their actions from the first.
They were rapidly nearing a large clearing, where stood another settler's house, and where there was reason to fear that some of the wandering Comanches had made their appearance. No light in the sky betrayed the work of the torch, but that was no proof that the destroyer was not there that minute.