They have won me, already, susceptible old backwoodsman! I’ll help you with this spirited young lady. I’ve had experience, Sheppard, and don’t you forget it. First, my sister, a Zane all through, which is saying enough. Then as sweet and fiery a little Indian princess as ever stepped in a beaded moccasin, and since, more than one beautiful, impulsive creature. Being in authority, I suppose it’s natural that all the work, from keeping the garrison ready against an attack, to straightening out love affairs, should fall upon me. I’ll take the care off your shoulders; I’ll keep these young dare-devils from killing each other over Miss Helen’s favors. I certainly—Hello! There are strangers at the gate. Something’s up.”

Half a dozen rough-looking men had appeared from round the corner of the cabin, and halted at the gate.

“Bill Elsing, and some of his men from Yellow Creek,” said Colonel Zane, as he went toward the group.

“Hullo, Kurnel,” was the greeting of the foremost, evidently the leader. “We’ve lost six head of hosses over our way, an’ are out lookin’ ‘em up.”

“The deuce you have! Say, this horse-stealing business is getting interesting. What did you come in for?”

“Wal, we meets Jonathan on the ridge about sunup, an’ he sent us back lickety-cut. Said he had two of the hosses corralled, an’ mebbe Wetzel could git the others.”

“That’s strange,” replied Colonel Zane thoughtfully.

“‘Pears to me Jack and Wetzel hev some redskins treed, an’ didn’t want us to spile the fun. Mebbe there wasn’t scalps enough to go round. Anyway, we come in, an’ we’ll hang up here to-day.”

“Bill, who’s doing this horse-stealing?”

“Damn if I know. It’s a mighty pert piece of work. I’ve a mind it’s some slick white fellar, with Injuns backin’ him.”

Helen noted, when she was once more indoors, that Colonel Zane’s wife appeared worried. Her usual placid expression was gone. She put off the playful overtures of her two bright boys with unusual indifference, and turned to her husband with anxious questioning as to whether the strangers brought news of Indians. Upon being assured that such was not the case, she looked relieved, and explained to Helen that she had seen armed men come so often to consult the colonel regarding dangerous missions and expeditions, that the sight of a stranger caused her unspeakable dread.

“I am accustomed to danger, yet I can never control my fears for my husband and children,” said Mrs. Zane. “The older I grow the more of a coward I am. Oh! this border life is sad for women. Only a little while ago my brother Samuel McColloch was shot and scalped right here on the river bank. He was going to the spring for a bucket of water. I lost another brother in almost the same way. Every day during the summer a husband and a father fall victim to some murderous Indian. My husband will go in the same way some day. The border claims them all.”

“Bessie, you must not show your fears to our new friend. And, Miss Helen, don’t believe she’s the coward she would make out,” said the colonel’s sister smilingly.

“Betty is right, Bess, don’t frighten her,” said Colonel Zane. “I’m afraid I talked too much to-day. But, Miss Helen, you were so interested, and are such a good listener, that I couldn’t refrain.