"Hold! young man; don't do any thing rash!"
"Who are you, sir?"
"A friend."
"Your name!" continued the other, as he sprang to the ground.
"Names don't matter, stranger, in cases sech as this. I said I war a friend."
"By what may I know you as such."
"My deeds," returned the other, laconically. "Think you, stranger, ef I wanted to harm ye, I couldn't have done it without you seeing me?" and as he spoke, he glanced significantly toward his rifle.
"True," returned the other; "but what's the meaning of this?" and he pointed toward the dead horse.
"It means Indians, as nigh as I can come at it," replied the hunter. "But look to the living afore the dead!" And the woodsman in turn pointed toward the lady.
"Right!" said the other; and springing to her side, he raised her in his arms.