"Very bold. This scar upon my arm is from the teeth of one which I fought here, on the very threshold."
"The Indians threaten always, summer or winter."
"Ay, sooner or later they will come against us. We shall die that way at last. But what does it matter—so that we die together?"
The lady of the manor turned her pure, pale face upon the other with wonder, and yet with comprehension, written upon it.
"You are happy!" she said, almost in a whisper.
"Yes, I am happy," the woman answered, a light that was not from the faintly crimson west upon her face.
CHAPTER XXXII
ATTACK
About midnight, Landless, lying upon the dirt floor of the lean-to attached to the one room of the cabin, felt a hand upon his shoulder and opened his eyes upon a shadowy figure, blocking up the starlight that came faintly in at the open door.
"Hist!" said the figure. "Ricahecrians!"