"She refused--refused me," faltered Dave. "She was very sweet and kind; said
something about being my sister--I don't remember just what--but she wouldn't

have me."
"What did you say to her?" whispered George, a paralyzing hope almost

rendering him speechless.
"I--I told her everything I could think of," replied Dave, despondently; "even

what you said."
"What I said? Dave, what did you tell her I said?"

"Why, you know--about she cared for me--that you were sure of it, and that you
didn't want her---"

"Jackass!" roared George, rising out of his meekness like a lion roused from
slumber.

"Didn't you--say so?" inquired Dave, weakly.
"No! No! No! Idiot!"

As one possessed, George rushed out of the cabin, and a moment later stood
disheveled and frantic before Kate.

"Did that fool say I didn't love you?" he demanded.
Kate looked up, startled; but as an understanding of George's wild aspect and

wilder words dawned upon her, she resumed her usual calm demeanor. Looking
again to see if this passionate young man was indeed George, she turned her

face as she said:
"If you mean Mr. Edwards, yes; I believe he did say as much. Indeed, from his

manner, he seemed to have monopolized all the love near the Village of Peace."
"But it's not true. I do love you. I love you to distraction. I have loved you

ever since I first saw you. I told Dave that. Heckewelder knows it; even the
Indians know it," cried George, protesting vehemently against the disparaging

allusion to his affections. He did not realize he was making a most
impassioned declaration of love. When he was quite out of breath he sat down

and wiped his moist brow.
A pink bloom tinged Kate's cheeks, and her eyes glowed with a happy light; but

George never saw these womanly evidences of pleasure.
"Of course I know you don't care for me---"

"Did Mr. Edwards tell you so?" asked Kate, glancing up quickly.
"Why, yes, he has often said he thought that. Indeed, he always seemed to

regard himself as the fortunate object of your affections. I always believed
he was."

"But it wasn't true."
"What?"

"It's not true."
"What's not true?"

"Oh--about my--not caring."
"Kate!" cried George, quite overcome with rapture. He fell over two chairs

getting to her; but he succeeded, and fell on his knees to kiss her hand.
"Foolish boy! It has been you all the time," whispered Kate, with her quiet

smile.
"Look here, Downs; come to the door. See there," said Heckewelder to Jim.

Somewhat surprised at Heckewelder's grave tone, Jim got up from the
supper-table and looked out of the door. He saw two tall Indians pacing to and

fro under the maples. It was still early twilight and light enough to see
clearly. One Indian was almost naked; the lithe, graceful symmetry of his dark

figure standing out in sharp contrast to the gaunt, gaudily-costumed form of
the other.

"Silvertip! Girty!" exclaimed Jim, in a low voice.
"Girty I knew, of course; but I was not sure the other was the Shawnee who

captured you and your brother," replied Heckewelder, drawing Jim into another
room.

"What do they mean by loitering around the village? Inquired Jim,
apprehensively. Whenever he heard Girty's name mentioned, or even thought of

him, he remembered with a shudder the renegade's allusion to the buzzards. Jim
never saw one of these carrion birds soaring overhead but his thoughts

instantly reverted to the frontierruffian and his horrible craving.
"I don't know," answered Heckewelder. "Girty has been here several times of

late. I saw him conferring with Pipe at Goshhocking. I hope there's no
deviltry afoot. Pipe is a relentless enemy of all Christians, and Girty is a

fiend, a hyena. I think, perhaps, it will be well for you and the girls to
stay indoors while Girty and Silvertip are in the village."

That evening the entire missionary party were gathered in Mr. Wells' room.
Heckewelder told stories of Indian life; Nell sang several songs, and Kate

told many amusing things said and done by the little Indian boys in her class
at the school. Thus the evening passed pleasantly for all.

"So next Wednesday I am to perform the great ceremony," remarked Heckewelder,
laying his hand kindly on Young's knee. "We'll celebrate the first white

wedding in the Village of Peace."
Young looked shyly down at his boots; Edwards crossed one leg over the other,

and coughed loudly to hide his embarrassment. Kate wore, as usual, her pensive
smile; Nell's eyes twinkled, and she was about to speak, when Heckewelder's

quizzical glance in her direction made her lips mute.
"I hope I'll have another wedding on my hands soon," he said placidly.

This ordinary remark had an extraordinary effect. Nell turned with burning
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Edwards began to laugh, and even Mr. Wells' serious face lapsed into a smile.
"I mean I've picked out a nice little Delaware squaw for Dave," said

Heckewelder, seeing his badinage had somehow gone amiss.
"Oh-h!" suddenly cried Nell, in shuddering tones.

They all gazed at her in amazement. Every vestige of color had receded from
her face, leaving it marblelike. Her eves were fixed in startled horror.

Suddenly she relaxed her grasp on the windowsill and fell back limp and
senseless.

Heckewelder ran to the door lo look out, while the others bent over the
unconscious girl, endeavoring to revive her. Presently a fluttering breath and

a quivering of her dark lashes noted a return of suspended life. Then her
beautiful eyes opened wide to gaze with wonder and fear into the grave faces

bent so anxiously over her.
"Nell, dearest, you are safe. What was it? What frightened you so?" said Kate,

tenderly.
"Oh, it was fearful!" gasped Nell, sitting up. She clung to her sister with

one hand, while the other grasped Jim's sleeve.
"I was looking out into the dark, when suddenly I beheld a face, a terrible

face!" cried Nell. Those who watched her marveled at the shrinking, awful fear
in her eyes. "It was right by the window. I could have touched it. Such a

greedy, wolfish face, with a long, hooked nose! The eyes, oh! the eyes! I'll
never forget them. They made me sick; they paralyzed me. It wasn't an Indian's

face. It belonged to that white man, that awful white man! I never saw him
before; but I knew him."

"Girty!" said Heckewelder, who had come in with his quiet step. "He looked in
at the window. Calm yourself, Nellie. The renegade has gone."

The incident worried them all at the time, and made Nell nervous for several
days; but as Girty had disappeared, and nothing more was heard of him,

gradually they forgot. Kate's wedding day dawned with all the little party
well and happy. Early in the afternoon Jim and Nell, accompanied by Kate and

her lover, started out into the woods just beyond the clearing for the purpose
of gathering wild flowers to decorate the cabin.

"We are both thinking of--him," Jim said, after he and Nell had walked some
little way in silence.

"Yes," answered Nell, simply.
"I hope--I pray Joe comes back, but if he doesn't--Nell--won't you care a

little for me?"
He received no answer. But Nell turned her face away.

"We both loved him. If he's gone forever our very love for him should bring us
together. I know--I know he would have wished that."

"Jim, don't speak of love to me now," she whispered. Then she turned to the
others. Come quickly; here are great clusters of wild clematis and goldenrod.

How lovely! Let us gather a quantity."
The young men had almost buried the girls under huge masses of the beautiful

flowers, when the soft tread of moccasined feet caused them all to turn in
surprise. Six savages stood waist-deep in the bushes, where they had lain

concealed. Fierce, painted visages scowled from behind leveled rifles.
"Don't yell!" cried a hoarse voice in English. Following the voice came a

snapping of twigs, and then two other figures came into view. They were Girty
and Silvertip.