The night was drawing on, dark and heavy. Storm clouds gathered in masses over the sun as it set, turning all its gold to lead, and filling the woods with pall-like shadows. Then came sounds of low thunder, mingled with a sough of the winds as they swept in from the distant ocean. The loneliness grew terrible. She fell upon her knees and prayed to God, the only being to whom she could appeal, in heaven or on earth. As she prayed the rain began to fall. It came pattering among the leaves, breaking up the gloom with opposing dreariness. When the foliage was all saturated and dripping, the drops began to fall heavily around her, but she had no shelter--no friend. The elements seemed driving her from all approach to heaven. She arose heart sick, and seating herself on a fragment of rock, buried her face in her folded arms and wept. A hand laid upon her shoulder broke the deadness of her grief. She looked up and saw the young Indian chief. "Lady, why are you here alone, so far from home, and a storm brewing?" he said. She lifted her face with a look of touching gratitude. It was something to feel that human life was near--that she need not shiver in the rain, and be left to starve in the deep woods. "They pursue me--the white men of my race--they charge me with grave crimes--they have driven me into the woods," she answered, with touching mournfulness. The young man drew himself up, and clutched the gun which he held with a passionate grip. "Again," he said, bitterly, "are they at their old work? Must another bright head stoop beneath their blows? Come with me. I have nothing but savage fare and savage protection to give, but with us you will be safe. When the Indian strikes a woman, it is upon the forehead, not the heart. We torture with fire, not with words." Barbara arose, thankful for his kindness, but her limbs trembled. She had walked many miles, and now that protection came her strength fled. "Where would you take me?" she inquired. "Is it very far?" He saw how helpless she was, and his brow fell. The encampment was far distant over the broken hills. "Wait a little," he said; "gather strength and courage. Not far from this are a few of my people, who follow me always when I approach the settlements. We can soon reach them." Barbara made a brave effort, and followed him through the gathering darkness. He did not pause more than was necessary to help her through the undergrowth where the ground was broken and difficult of ascent. It seemed as if her lonely condition and utter helplessness silenced all the fiery devotion which had marked their previous interviews. He touched her hand with reverence when she extended it for help once or twice, but never looked upon her face, or uttered a word of the passionate homage that burned in his heart.