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she managed to assume； she knocked gently on the door。
〃Ah； Betty； 'tis you； bless your heart；〃 said a matronly little woman who opened the door。 〃Come right in。 He is sleeping now； poor fellow； and it's the first real sleep he has had。 He has been raving crazy forty…eight hours。〃
〃Mrs。 Martin； what shall I do？〃 whispered Betty。
〃Oh； just watch him； my dear；〃 answered the elder woman。
〃If you need me send one of the lads up to the house for me。 I shall return as soon as I can。 Keep the flies awaythey are bothersomeand bathe his head every little while。 If he wakes and tries to sit up； as he does sometimes； hold him back。 He is as weak as a cat。 If he raves； soothe him by talking to him。 I must go now； dearie。〃
Betty was left alone in the little room。 Though she had taken a seat near the bed where Alfred lay； she had not dared to look at him。 Presently conquering her emotion； Betty turned her gaze on the bed。 Alfred was lying easily on his back； and notwithstanding the warmth of the day he was covered with a quilt。 The light from the window shone on his face。 How deathly white it was！ There was not a vestige of color in it； the brow looked like chiseled marble； dark shadows underlined the eyes； and the whole face was expressive of weariness and pain。
There are times when a woman's love is all motherliness。 All at once this man seemed to Betty like a helpless child。 She felt her heart go out to the poor sufferer with a feeling before unknown。 She forgot her pride and her fears and her disappointments。 She remembered only that this strong man lay there at death's door because he had resented an insult to her。 The past with all its bitterness rolled away and was lost； and in its place welled up a tide of forgiveness strong and sweet and hopeful。 Her love； like a fire that had been choked and smothered； smouldering but never extinct； and which blazes up with the first breeze； warmed and quickened to life with the touch of her hand on his forehead。
An hour passed。 Betty was now at her ease and happier than she had been for months。 Her patient continued to sleep peacefully and dreamlessly。 With a feeling of womanly curiosity Betty looked around the room。 Over the rude mantelpiece were hung a sword； a brace of pistols； and two pictures。 These last interested Betty very much。 They were portraits； one of them was a likeness of a sweet…faced woman who Betty instinctively knew was his mother。 Her eyes lingered tenderly on that face； so like the one lying on the pillow。 The other portrait was of a beautiful girl whose dark； magnetic eyes challenged Betty。 Was this his sister or someone else？ She could not restrain a jealous twinge； and she felt annoyed to find herself comparing that face with her own。 She looked no longer at that portrait； but recommenced her survey of the room。 Upon the door hung a broad…brimmed hat with eagle plumes stuck in the band。 A pair of hightopped riding…boots； a saddle； and a bridle lay on the floor in the corner。 The table was covered with Indian pipes； tobacco pouches； spurs； silk stocks； and other articles。
Suddenly Betty felt that some one was watching her。 She turned timidly toward the bed and became much frightened when she encountered the intense gaze from a pair of steel…blue eyes。 She almost fell from the chair； but presently she recollected that Alfred had been unconscious for days； and that he would not know who was watching by his bedside。
〃Mother； is that you？〃 asked Alfred； in a weak； low voice。
〃Yes； I am here；〃 answered Betty； remembering the old woman's words about soothing the sufferer。
〃But I thought you were ill。〃
〃I was； but I am better now； and it is you who are ill。〃
〃My head hurts so。〃
〃Let me bathe it for you。〃
〃How long have I been home？〃
Betty bathed and cooled his heated brow。 He caught and held her hands； looking wonderingly at her the while。
〃Mother； somehow I thought you had died。 I must have dreamed it。 I am very happy； but tell me； did a message come for me to…day？〃
Betty shook her head； for she could not speak。 She saw he was living in the past； and he was praying for the letter which she would gladly have written had she but known。
〃No message； and it is now so long。〃
〃It will come to…morrow；〃 whispered Betty。
〃Now； mother； that is what you always say；〃 said the invalid； as he began to toss his head wearily to and fro。 〃Will she never tell me？ It is not like her to keep me in suspense。 She was the sweetest； truest； loveliest girl in all the world。 When I get well； mother； I ant going to find out if she loves me。〃
〃I am sure she does。 I know she loves you；〃 answered Betty。
〃It is very good of you to say that；〃 he went on in his rambling talk。 〃Some day I'll bring her to you and we'll make her a queen here in the old home。 I'll be a better son now and not run away from home again。 I've given the dear old mother many a heartache； but that's all past now。 The wanderer has come home。 Kiss me good…night； mother。〃
Betty looked down with tear…blurred eyes on the haggard face。 Unconsciously she had been running her fingers through the fair hair that lay so damp over his brow。 Her pity and tenderness had carried her far beyond herself； and at the last words she bent her head and kissed him on the lips。
〃Who are you？ You are not my mother。 She is dead；〃 he cried； starting up wildly； and looking at her with brilliant eyes。
Betty dropped the fan and rose quickly to her feet。 What had she done？ A terrible thought had flashed into her mind。 Suppose he were not delirious； and had been deceiving her。 Oh！ for a hiding…place； or that the floor would swallow her。 Oh！ if some one would only come。
Footsteps sounded on the stairs and Betty ran to the door。 To her great relief Mrs。 Martin was coming up。
〃You can run home now； there's a dear；〃 said the old lady。 〃We have several watchers for to…night。 It will not be long now when he will commence to mend； or else he will die。 Poor boy； please God that he gets well。 Has he been good？ Did he call for any particular young lady？ Never fear； Betty； I'll keep the secret。 He'll never know you were here unless you tell him yourself。〃
Meanwhile the days had been busy ones for Col。 Zane。 In anticipation of an attack from the Indians； the settlers had been fortifying their refuge and making the block…house as nearly impregnable as possible。 Everything that was movable and was of value they put inside the stockade fence； out of reach of the destructive redskins。 All the horses and cattle were driven into the inclosure。 Wagon…loads of hay； grain and food were stored away in the block…house。
Never before had there been such excitement on the frontier。 Runners from Ft。 Pitt； Short Creek； and other settlements confirmed the rumor that all the towns along the Ohio were preparing for war。 Not since the outbreak of the Revolution had there been so much confusion and alarm among the pioneers。 To be sure； those on the very verge of the frontier； as at Ft。 Henry； had heretofore little to fear from the British。 During most of this time there had been comparative peace on the western border； excepting those occasional murders； raids； and massacres perpetrated by the different Indian tribes； and instigated no doubt by Girty and the British at Detroit。 Now all kinds of rumors were afloat： Washington was defeated； a close alliance between England and the confederated western tribes had been formed； Girty had British power and wealth back of him。 These and many more alarming reports travelled from settlement to settlement。
The death of Col。 Crawford had been a terrible shock to the whole country。 On the border spread an universal gloom； and the low； sullen mutterings of revengeful wrath。 Crawford had been so prominent a man； so popular； and； except in his last and fatal expedition； such an efficient leader that his sudden taking off was almost a national calamity。 In fact no one felt it more keenly than did Washington himself； for Crawford was his esteemed friend。
Col。 Zane believed Ft。 Henry had been marked by the British and the Indians。 The last runner from Ft。 Pitt had informed him that the description of Miller tallied with that of one of the ten men who had deserted from Ft。 Pitt in 1778 with the tories Girth； McKee； and Elliott。 Col。 Zane was now satisfied that Miller was an agent of Girty and therefore of the British。 So since all the weaknesses of the Fort； the number of the garrison； and the favorable conditions for a siege were known to Girty； there was nothing left for Col。 Zane and his men but to make a brave stand。
Jonathan Zane and Major McColloch watched the river。 Wetzel had disappeared as if the earth had swallowed him。 Some pioneers said he would never return。 But Col。 Zane believed Wetzel would walk into the Fort； as he had done many times in the last ten years； with full information concerning the doings of the Indians。 However； the days passed and nothing happened。 Their work completed； the settlers waited for the first sign of an enemy。 But as none came； gradually their fears were dispelled and they began to think the alarm had been a false one。
All this time Alfred Clarke was recovering his health and strength。 The day came when he was able to leave his bed and sit b