They inquired of me where I had seen the Indians, and I pointed out the spot in the wood, after which they went away. I was certain that the attack would be on this night, as there was no moon till three hours before daybreak; and as it was very dark, it would probably take place in the early part of the night. I had made up my mind what I would do, which was not in any way to defend the cabin while chained, but, when I was freed, I would fight to the last, so that I might be killed where I stood, and not be taken alive and tortured.
I did not go out from home all that day, and, to my surprise, I was not molested by my mistress. At dark she called the convicts, but they did not answer; she came out to look for them, and asked me whether I had seen them.
I told her that I had not seen them for two hours, and I had thought that they were in the house.
“Did you tell them about the Indians?”
“Yes, I did,” I replied, “and stated my opinion that they would attack us this night, and I advised them not to go far from the cabin, or they might be cut off.”
“Then the cowardly sneaks have run off to the woods, and left us to defend ourselves how we can.”
“I shall not defend myself,” replied I. “I shall stay here where I am. I wait for death, and will not avoid it.”
“Come into the house,” said she, abruptly.
“No,” replied I, “I will not.”
“You will not,” said she, and catching up the chain and ball in one hand, with her other arm she caught me round the waist, and carried me into the house.