"Well, that is news," said Rosalind, looking up with a smile.
"You say, 'appear to have shifted themselves,'" said McArthur. "I shall still keep on the defensive. I wouldn't trust a Redskin for a good deal."
"True enough," was the answer. "McArthur, whom could you send to the village for need at a critical time?"
"I doubt if I could spare a man. Every hand would be wanted, every rifle needed, for I know not in what numbers the Redskins might come."
"I could go!"
"I could ride to the village," announced Rosalind calmly. "Golightly and I would cover the ground in no time."
"You, my darling!" Mrs. McArthur ejaculated in horror.
McArthur waved his daughter's words aside.
"You do not know, my child, what danger you would court."
"Of course, Miss McArthur is out of the question," said the young man, and smiled as Rosalind darted an indignant glance at him.