It was some time before we could get another shot at an Indian, but at last I succeeded, and as his comrades were taking the body away my mistress shot another. After this the blows of the axes ceased, and they evidently had retreated. I then went into the inner room and extinguished the lamp, that they might not be able to see us—for the lamp gave a faint light. We returned to the table, and loaded the muskets in the dark.
As I put my musket on the table, my mistress said, “Will they come again?”
“Yes;” replied I, “I think they will; but if you wish to talk, we had better retreat to the fire-place: there we shall be safe from any shot.”
We retreated to the fire-place, and sat down on the ashes; it just held us both, and my mistress took this opportunity of embracing me, saying—
“Dear Alexander, if I had a thousand lives, I would sacrifice them for you.”
“We have but one,” replied I, “and that one I will devote for your defence; I can do no more.”
“Who did you fire at?” said she.
“The chief, as I believe, who was on the hill giving orders. He fell; and I think that he fell dead.”
“Then depend upon it they will retreat,” said she.
“I think not; they will be revenged, if they possibly can; and we must expect a hard fight for it.”