"
"I acknowledge all that you say, but one of the men must go. You with
your rifle can take his place, and do just as much execution as he
can----"
David put his head in at the door.
"We've brought all the live-stock as close to the house as possible. Jim
has been stealing round the plantation by the river, and says he has
distinctly seen three Redskins on the other side of the river. We must
be prepared for an attack this evening."
"David, can you get me Golightly without attracting attention? I am
going to ride him at once to the village."
"Mercy on us!" exclaimed David. "Is there no one but you to do that?"
"No. You and all the rest must defend my father and mother. I shall keep
on this side of the river, and will go through the wood. If I go at once
I may prevent an attack. David, every minute is of value. Fetch me
Golightly. Father, I am not of such importance as the men here, but I
can ride, and I can defend myself with my rifle if need be."
"Then God go with you, my child."
Only McArthur, and David, and the moon saw Rosalind spring to her seat
on Golightly's back. Only the moon saw her with flushed cheeks and
beating heart riding for life through the trees of the forest. If only
she could get clear of the first two or three miles, she was safe to
reach her destination in time.
The track was clearly discernible except when the swiftly-flying clouds
obscured the moon's light.
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