"They are doing their best to keep the bad Indians away," replied Maggie, restraining by a great effort her own feelings.
"I don't want to go till papa comes," pleaded the broken-hearted little one.
"But he wants us to go; he told me so, Eva."
"Did he? Then I'll go with you, but I feel dreadful bad."
And she ran forward, now that she knew she was doing what her father wished her to do.
CHAPTER IV.
The scene at this moment was terrifying.
The river was swarming with fleeing soldiers, old men, women, and children, struggling to reach the other side and get away from the merciless hordes assailing them.
Where so many were taking to the river, it would seem that there was little hope for the three, who were moving along the bank toward some point that would take them out of the rush.