I do, said Amy. I saw it with my own eyes.
Cora was silent for a few moments, then said:
Then I have been stolen by the Indians and didn’t know it. There is no romance about that, and I am the one who has been fooled. I have a good notion to faint. I would if there was some one here to prevent my falling.
Young woman, this is no light affair. If they stole you they meant to take your scalp or make your friends pay well for your ransom. But what became of them? Are they prowling about now?
Amy turned her face away to hide her confusion, but the old man noticed it.
I think, he said, that this girl knows more about the Indians than she is willing to tell. Tell us, girl, where you last saw them.
Amy remained silent, dreading to tell where she last saw them, knowing that it would lead to other questions.
Speak, as you value your life, said the old man. The storm is over, and they will soon be down upon us.
Amy replied: