It was a strange act on her part thus releasing the red miscreant who was seeking her life, but, after all, it was characteristic of her sex.
She had little more than time to set things to rights, as may be said, when she stepped back and away from the windows, and sat down in the nearest chair. A slight reaction came over her; she felt weak, though she knew it would not amount to anything: she had been through too many perils before.
The feet and lower limbs of Captain Shirril soon appeared on the rounds of the ladder, with Dinah close behind him. In her eagerness to get at the Indian, she stooped forward, so that her big dusky face showed almost over his shoulders. She was just getting ready to fall on the warrior, when she observed that he was gone.
“Whar’s dat willian?” she demanded, glancing round the dimly lit room.
“Yes, Edna, I heard you had a guest down here.”
“He asked me to let him go, and I thought it was the best way to get rid of him,” replied the wife with a smile, for her strength was returning to her.
“Humph!” snorted the disgusted Dinah, as one of her feet came down on the floor with a bang, “I’s got my ’pinion of sich foolishness as dat.”
“Let me hear how it was, Edna,” said the husband, laughing in spite of himself.
She quickly gave the particulars, and he in turn told what he had passed through during his sojourn on the roof.