"Certainly not, as long as I am chained as a slave," replied I.
My mistress made no reply, but busied herself with barring the door and
window. She then placed the table and stools so that she might stand
upon them and fire out of the upper loop-holes; pulled the moss out of
the loop-holes; took down the muskets--of which there were six--from
their rests; examined the priming of those which were loaded, and loaded
those which were not. She then got out a supply of powder and ball,
which she put ready on the table, brought the axes out, that they might
be at hand, examined the water-jars to ascertain whether the convicts
had filled them as she had ordered, and then, when all was prepared for
defence, she removed the lamp into the inner room, leaving the one we
were in so dark, that the Indians could not, by looking through the
chinks or loop-holes, discover where the occupants of the cabin might
be. All these arrangements she made with the greatest coolness, and I
could not help admiring her courage and self-possession.
"Is there any more to be done, Alexander?" said she, in a mild voice.
"Where is the dog?" replied I.
"Tied up in the tobacco-shed," said she.
"Then there is no more to be done," replied I; "the dog will give you
notice of their coming, as they will first occupy the tobacco-shed as an
advanced post."
"Alexander, will you promise not to escape if I set you free?"
"Certainly not," replied I. "You set me free for your own purposes,
because you wish me to help to defend your property; and then, forsooth,
when the Indians are beat off, you will chain me again."
"No, no; that was not my feeling, as I sit here alive," replied she;
"but I was thinking that, if forced to retreat from the cabin, you would
never be able to escape, and I never could save you; but they should
hack me to pieces first."
"Answer me one question," said I. "In a time of peril like this, would
you, as a conscientious person, think that you were justified in
retaining in such fetters even a convict who had robbed you? And if you
feel that you would not, on what grounds do you act in this way to a man
whom you profess to love?--I leave it to your conscience."
She remained silent for some time: when the dog barked, and she started
up.
"I believe I am mad, or a fool," said she, sweeping back her hair from
her forehead.
She then took the key of the manacle out of her dress, and released me.
"Alexander--"
"Silence!" said I, putting my hand to her mouth, "this is no time to be
heard speaking. Silence!" repeated I in a whisper, "I hear them, they
are round the house."
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