Then we came on a glade where the rider had dismounted and let the beast go.  The horse had wandered down the ridge to the right in search of grazing, and the prints of a woman’s foot led to the summit of a knoll which raised itself above the trees.

There, knee-deep in a patch of fern, I saw what I had never dreamed of, what sent the blood from my heart in a cold shudder of fear:  a girl, pale and dishevelled, was trying to part some vines.  A twig crackled and she looked round, showing a face drawn with weariness and eyes large with terror.

It was Elspeth!

At the sight of Shalah she made to scream, but checked herself.  It was well, for a scream would have brought all of us to instant death.

For Shalah at that moment dropped to earth and wriggled into a covert overlooking the vale.  I had the sense to catch the girl and pull her after him.  He stopped dead, and we two lay also like mice.  My heart was going pretty fast, and I could feel the heaving of her bosom.

The shallow glen was full of folk, most of them going on foot.  I recognized the Cherokee head-dress and the long hickory bows which those carried who had no muskets.  ’Twas by far the biggest party we had seen, and, though in that moment I had no wits to count them, Shalah told me afterwards they must have numbered little short of a thousand.  Some very old fellows were there, with lean, hollow cheeks, and scanty locks, but the most were warriors in their prime.  I could see it was a big war they were out for, since some of the horses carried heavy loads of corn, and it is never the Indian fashion to take much provender for a common raid.  In all Virginia’s history there had been no such invasion, for the wars of Opechancanough and Berkeley and the fight of Bacon against the Susquehannocks were mere bickers compared with this deliberate downpour from the hills.

As we lay there, scarce daring to breathe, I saw that we were in deadly peril.  The host was so great that some marched on the very edge of our thicket.  I could see through the leaves the brown Skins not a yard away.  The slightest noise would bring the sharp Indian eyes peering into the gloom, and we must be betrayed.

In that moment, which was one of the gravest of my life, I had happily no leisure to think of myself.  My whole soul sickened with anxiety for the girl.  I knew enough of Indian ways to guess her fate.  For Shalah and myself there might be torture, and at the best an arrow in our hearts, but for her there would be things unspeakable.  I remembered the little meadow on the Rapidan, and the tale told by the grey ashes.  There was only one shot in my pistol, but I determined that it should be saved for her.  In such a crisis the memory works wildly, and I remember feeling glad that I had stood up before Grey’s fire.  The thought gave me a comforting assurance of manhood.