"Do you want me to befriend you?" asked the renegade, bending his head down close to the scared of Maggie Brainerd, smiling and trying to speak in so low a voice that no one else could catch his words.  
"Of course I do; don't you see what danger we are in? Oh, Mr. Golcher—"
 
"Don't Mister me," he interrupted, with a reproving grin; "call me Jake."
 
"Oh, Jake, have you seen anything of father?"
 
"Where would I see him?"
 
"Why, he went out with the rest to fight the Indians and Tories, and you were with them."
 
"Oh, yes; I did see him," said Golcher, as though the incident was so slight that he had forgotten it for the time: "he fought well."
 
"Was he—was he—Oh, Jake, tell me?—was he hurt?"
 
"I don't think he got so much as a scratch; he was with three or four others, and they were getting in the best kind of work; but you know it was no use for any one; I saw that they would be shot down where they stood, so I ran up and told your father to follow me; you know that nobody dare touch him when I took charge. I led him and his friends back toward the mountains and stayed by them till all danger was over, and then I bade them good-bye: if they have taken the least care and done as I told them to do, they are a great deal safer than you are at this very minute."
 
Maggie Brainerd's heart sank within her. She knew that the story that Jake Golcher had just told her was without an of truth. He had lied so clumsily that he had not deceived her at all.
 
The very question which he had asked about her parent was proof that he had not seen him, and therefore could know nothing of him.
 
The young lady was shocked, but she was helpless. Her duty was to do her utmost for the safety of those who were now with her, and she was sure that Golcher could give great help, if he chose to do so.
 
"Jake," said she, speaking with all the earnestness of her nature, "this is a dreadful day for Wyoming; I can hardly realize what has taken place; I do not believe that any one on this side of the river is safe."
 
"Of course he isn't—that is, none of the rebels is; our folks are all right."
 
"Can you save us?"
 
"I don't know what's to hinder—that is, if I take the notion, but I don't feel like doing much for that spitfire of an aunt, that insulted me the last time that I called at your house."
 
"You musn't mind her ; she is a good woman, and then, you know, she is my friend."
 
"Well, that makes a good deal of difference—that's a fact," remarked Golcher, with such a attempt to look arch and loving, that the African, instead of firing upon him as he had meant to do, smiled.
 
"I'm afeard he don't feel berry well; he'll feel a good deal worse if Aunt Peggy or me gets hold of him."
 
"And then," added Golcher, glancing at Gravity, "you heard the of that servant."
 
"Because he is a servant you ought to excuse him; I should feel very sorry to have him suffer harm."
 
"I don't mind taking particular care of you and your little sister there, but I would prefer to leave Aunt Peggy, as you call her, and the darkey to shift for themselves."
 
"Then I do not want you to do anything for Eva and me," said Maggie, , feeling that she was throwing away time by holding with this man; "God has been better to us than we deserve, and we shall leave all with him."
 
She turned to move off, much to the relief of Aunt Peggy, who had hard work to hide her , when Golcher saw that he had gone too far. her arm, he said:
 
"Don't be so fast; where will you go, if you don't go with me?"
 
"Gravity is our guide."
 
"I haven't told you I wouldn't take care of you, have I?"
 
"But if you are to include all of us, I do not want your friendship."
 
"Then for the sake of you I will save you all, though nobody beside me would do so; but, Maggie, I'll expect a little better treatment from you when I come to your house again."
 
At this point Golcher saw that the patience of the young lady was . Her companions were ready to her for halting to speak to him, though the words that passed took but a few minutes. He reached out his hand to lay it on her arm, but she drew back.
 
"Maggie," said he, warningly; "when I came down the river bank, I left six Seneca among the trees back there; they are tired waiting for me; their guns are loaded, and I have only to raise my hand over my head to have 'em fire every one of 'em; if they do it, they will all be this way."
 
Maggie Brainerd was sure the Tory the truth.
 
"You will not do that, Jake, I am sure."
 
"Not if you act right; follow me."
 
Maggie reached out her hand as an invitation for Eva to come to her; but Aunt Peggy grasped one of the little palms in her own, for she had overheard the invitation. When Maggie looked around, her aunt compressed her thin lips and shook her head in a most fashion.
 
"No, ma'am; Eva stays here: if you want to go off with that scamp you can do so, but the rest of us don't."
 
"But, aunt, what shall we do? There's no escape for us unless we put ourselves in his care; Jake has promised to see that no harm befalls us from the Indians."
 
"Ugh!" exclaimed the aunt, with a of disgust: "I'd rather trust myself with the worst Indians that are now in the valley than with him."
 
"Them's my sentiments," broke in Gravity; "we don't want to fool away any more time with him."
 
"Then you'll take the consequences," said the Tory, trembling with anger. "I offered to protect you and you refused to have me; I'll still take care of Maggie and Eva, but as for you others, you shall see—"