Then he, too, went toward the door. Aunt 'Liza put in her round face. They did not mean to be cruel. But little Sarah must be taught to know her place. "Come, Sarah." "I am going to stay here," said Sarah. She stood in the middle of the room, a wild, pathetic little figure. "Come on," commanded Uncle Daniel. "I am going to stay here," said Sarah. At that moment Jacob Kalb returned. The poor twins had, despite their rage, fallen immediately asleep in Aunt Mena's carriage. "Let her stay," he advised. "She will get pretty soon tired of it when she is afraid in the middle of the night." "Ach, no!" cried Aunt Eliza. "She can't stay here." But Uncle Daniel decided to take Jacob's advice. "Come on, 'Lizie," he said. For a moment after they had gone, Sarah stared about her. Afraid! Here in her own house with all the dear, familiar things of every day! There was nothing to be afraid of. She stood with blinking eyes, trying to remember what they had said about William; but her mind was a blank. She knew only one thing,--if she did not go upstairs, she should fall asleep where she stood. She barred the doors and was about to put out the light, when she saw, above the mantel-shelf, the one firearm which the Wenners possessed,--an old shot-gun, which William had broken years ago, shooting crows. Still half asleep, she lifted it down, and put out the light. Then, dragging it by the muzzle in a position which would have been extremely dangerous had the poor old thing been loaded or capable of shooting, she took her candle and went upstairs. CHAPTER II THE REBELS TAKE TO ARMS When Sarah woke at six o'clock the next morning, the faint gray of the winter sunrise was in the sky. She opened her eyes drowsily, trying to account for the heavy depression which seemed to weigh her down. Then, when her outstretched arms found no sturdy little figure beside her, and a glance across the room showed the smooth, unopened trundle-bed, she remembered suddenly all that had happened on that sad yesterday. Her father was gone, and Albert and the twins, and there was no telling how long she would be allowed to stay in the farmhouse. She realized how impossible it would be for a little girl--in the gray dawn Sarah felt very small and young--to hold out long against so determined a man as Daniel Swartz. She turned her face deeper into the pillow. Then, suddenly, a soft sound recalled her to herself. It was the whinnying of Dan and Bill, calling for their breakfast, already long overdue. And the cows must be fed and milked, and the chickens must have their warm mash. Sarah was upon her feet in an instant. She was not quite alone so long as these helpless creatures depended upon her.