"The Indians!" she cried. "The Indians!"
"Where?" shouted Mackenzie, springing to his feet.
"Up at Lee's! Killing and scalping!"
CHAPTER VII
THE ALARM
With rare presence of mind, Beatrice blew out the candles, and they made their way to the river in the darkness. The mist was rising from the bare earth and the air was heavy with dew. There was no outward sign of danger; but the grey shadows were portentous of evil, and in the very stillness was a nameless fear.