"Hugh, didn't you once say I didn't know what fear was?"
"I certainly thought it."
"Well, now I do know."
He made no reply and she sat thinking of his errand. If he should find her brothers he would meet them in the deepest wilderness. Only slaves, who could not testify against masters, would be with them, their loaded guns would be in their hands, and their blood would be heated with—She resorted again to questions in her odd cross-examining way.
"You say you think there's going to be a war?"
"I fear so."
"Humph! fear. If there should be will you fight?"
"Certainly."
"Humph! certainly. I should think—you'd hate to fight."
"I'd fight all the more furiously on that account."