Little burst his own window open. "You villain!" he cried, and leveled his rifle at him.
Coventry uttered a yell of dismay. Grace opened her window, and looked out, with a face full of terror.
At sight of her, Coventry cried to her in abject terror, "Mercy! mercy! Don't let him shoot me!"
Grace looked round, and saw Henry aiming at Coventry.
She screamed, and Little lowered the rifle directly.
Coventry crouched directly in the fork of the tree.
Grace looked bewildered from one to the other; but it was to Henry she spoke, and asked him in trembling tones what it "all meant?"
But, ere either could make a reply, a dire sound was heard of hissing thunder: so appalling that the three actors in this strange scene were all frozen and rooted where they stood.
in which they are here mentioned, expressing their respective
successful, for though the Indians fired at her constantly
Detroit and the Northwest. Nearly two thousand Indians
small party of men, women and children, including almost
that she might honestly give him the answer that he demanded.
to children. Up to this time he had lived at peace with