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〃Let this end right here；〃 ordered Col。 Zane。 〃Clarke； you have made a very strong statement。 Have you anything to substantiate your words？〃
〃I think I have；〃 said Clarke。 He was standing erect； his face white and his eyes like blue steel。 〃I knew him at Ft。 Pitt。 He was a liar and a drunkard there。 He was a friend of the Indians and of the British。 What he was there he must be here。 It was Wetzel who told me to watch him。 Wetzel and I both think he knew the Indians were on the island。〃
〃Col。 Zane； it is false；〃 said Miller； huskily。 〃He is trying to put you against me。 He hates me because your sister〃
〃You cur！〃 cried Clarke； striking at Miller。 Col。 Zane struck up the infuriated young man's arm。
〃Give us knives； or anything；〃 panted Clarke。
〃Yes； let us fight it out now；〃 said Miller。
〃Capt。 Boggs； take Clarke to the block…house。 Make him stay there if you have to lock him up；〃 commanded Col。 Zane。 〃Miller； as for you； I cannot condemn you without proof。 If I knew positively that there were Indians on the island and that you were aware of it； you would be a dead man in less time than it takes to say it。 I will give you the benefit of the doubt and twenty…four hours to leave the Fort。〃
The villagers dispersed and went to their homes。 They were inclined to take Clarke's side。 Miller had become disliked。 His drinking habits and his arrogant and bold manner had slowly undermined the friendships he had made during the early part of his stay at Ft。 Henry； while Clarke's good humor and willingness to help any one； his gentleness with the children； and his several acts of heroism had strengthened their regard。
〃Jonathan； this looks like some of Girty's work。 I wish I knew the truth；〃 said Col。 Zane； as he； his brothers and Betty and Myeerah entered the house。 〃Confound it！ We can't have even one afternoon of enjoyment。 I must see Lewis。 I cannot be sure of Clarke。 He is evidently bitter against Miller。 That would have been a terrible fight。 Those fellows have had trouble before； and I am afraid we have not seen the last of their quarrel。〃
〃If they meet againbut how can you keep them apart？〃 said Silas。 〃If Miller leaves the Fort without killing Clarke he'll hide around in the woods and wait for a chance to shoot him。〃
〃Not with Wetzel here；〃 answered Col。 Zane。 〃Betty； do you see what your〃 he began； turning to his sister； but when he saw her white and miserable face he said no more。
〃Don't mind； Betts。 It wasn't any fault of yours；〃 said Isaac； putting his arm tenderly round the trembling girl。 〃I for another believe Clarke was right when he said Miller knew there were Indians over the river。 It looks like a plot to abduct you。 Have no fear for Alfred。 He can take care of himself。 He showed that pretty well。〃
An hour later Clarke had finished his supper and was sitting by his window smoking his pipe。 His anger had cooled somewhat and his reflections were not of the pleasantest kind。 He regretted that he lowered himself so far as to fight with a man little better than an outlaw。 Still there was a grim satisfaction in the thought of the blow he had given Miller。 He remembered he had asked for a knife and that his enemy and he be permitted to fight to the death。 After all to have ended； then and there； the feud between them would have been the better course； for he well knew Miller's desperate character； that he had killed more than one white man； and that now a fair fight might not be possible。 Well； he thoughts what did it matter？ He was not going to worry himself。 He did not care much； one way or another。 He had no home； he could not make one without the woman he loved。 He was a Soldier of Fortune； he was at the mercy of Fate； and he would drift along and let what came be welcome。 A soft footfall on the stairs and a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts。
〃Come in；〃 he said。
The door opened and Wetzel strode into the room。
〃I come over to say somethin' to you；〃 said the hunter taking the chair by the window and placing his rifle over his knee。
〃I will be pleased to listen or talk； as you desire；〃 said Alfred。
〃I don't mind tellin' you that the punch you give Miller was what he deserved。 If he and Girty didn't hatch up that trick to ketch Betty； I don't know nothin'。 But we can't prove nothin' on him yet。 Mebbe he knew about the redskins； mebbe he didn't。 Personally； I think he did。 But I can't kill a white man because I think somethin'。 I'd have to know fer sure。 What I want to say is to put you on your guard against the baddest man on the river。〃
〃I am aware of that；〃 answered Alfred。 〃I knew his record at Ft。 Pitt。 What would you have me do？〃
〃Keep close till he's gone。〃
〃That would be cowardly。〃
〃No； it wouldn't。 He'd shoot you from behind some tree or cabin。〃
〃Well； I'm much obliged to you for your kind advice； but for all that I won't stay in the house；〃 said Alfred； beginning to wonder at the hunter's earnest manner。
〃You're in love with Betty； ain't you？〃
The question came with Wetzel's usual bluntness and it staggered Alfred。 He could not be angry； and he did not know what to say。 The hunter went on：
〃You needn't say so； because I know it。 And I know she loves you and that's why I want you to look out fer Miller。〃
〃My God！ man； you're crazy；〃 said Alfred； laughing scornfully。 〃She cares nothing for me。〃
〃That's your great failin'； young feller。 You fly off'en the handle too easy。 And so does Betty。 You both care fer each other and are unhappy about it。 Now； you don't know Betty； and she keeps misunderstandin' you。〃
〃For Heaven's sake！ Wetzel； if you know anything tell me。 Love her？ Why； the words are weak！ I love her so well that an hour ago I would have welcomed death at Miller's hands only to fall and die at her feet defending her。 Your words set me on fire。 What right have you to say that？ How do you know？〃
The hunter leaned forward and put his hand on Alfred's shoulder。 On his pale face was that sublime light which comes to great souls when they give up a life long secret； or when they sacrifice what is best beloved。 His broad chest heaved： his deep voice trembled。
〃Listen。 I'm not a man fer words； and it's hard to tell。 Betty loves you。 I've carried her in my arms when she was a baby。 I've made her toys and played with her when she was a little girl。 I know all her moods。 I can read her like I do the moss； and the leaves； and the bark of the forest。 I've loved her all my life。 That's why I know she loves you。 I can feel it。 Her happiness is the only dear thing left on earth fer me。 And that's why I'm your friend。〃
In the silence that followed his words the door opened and closed and he was gone。
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Betty awoke with a start。 She was wide awake in a second。 The moonbeams came through the leaves of the maple tree near her window and cast fantastic shadows on the wall of her room。 Betty lay quiet； watching the fairy…like figures on the wall and listening intently。 What had awakened her？ The night was still； the crow of a cock in the distance proclaimed that the hour of dawn was near at hand。 She waited for Tige's bark under her window； or Sam's voice； or the kicking and trampling of horses in the barnsounds that usually broke her slumbers in the morning。 But no such noises were forthcoming。 Suddenly she heard a light； quick tap； tap； and then a rattling in the corner。 It was like no sound but that made by a pebble striking the floor； bounding and rolling across the room。 There it was again。 Some one was tossing stones in at her window。 She slipped out of bed； ran； and leaned on the window…sill and looked out。 The moon was going down behind the hill； but there was light enough for her to distinguish objects。 She saw a dark figure crouching by the fence。
〃Who is it？〃 said Betty； a little frightened； but more curious。
〃Sh…h…h； it's Miller；〃 came the answer； spoken in low voice。
The bent form straightened and stood erect。 It stepped forward under Betty's window。 The light was dim； but Betty recognized the dark face of Miller。 He carried a rifle in his hand and a pack on his shoulder。
〃Go away； or I'll call my brother。 I will not listen to you；〃 said Betty； making a move to leave the window。
〃Sh…h…h； not so loud；〃 said Miller； in a quick； hoarse whisper。 〃You'd better listen。 I am going across the border to join Girty。 He is going to bring the Indians and the British here to burn the settlement。 If you will go away with me I'll save the lives of your brothers and their families。 I have aided Girty and I have influence with him。 If you won't go you'll be taken captive and you'll see all your friends and relatives scalped and burned。 Quick； your answer。〃
〃Never； traitor！ Monster！ I'd be burned at the stake before I'd go a step with you！〃 cried Betty。
〃Then remember that you've crossed a desperate man。 If you escape the massacre you will beg on your knees to me。 This settlement is doomed。 Now； go to your white…faced lover。 You'll find him cold。 Ha！ Ha！ Ha！〃 and with a taunting laugh he leaped the fence and disappeared in the gloom。
Betty sank to the floor stunned； horrified。 She shuddered at the malignity expressed in Miller's words。 How had she ever been deceived in him？ He was in l