The Indian raised his head and whispered: "No tell missis, she woman, she frightened; tell master."
He had hardly given utterance to this sentiment when a tall comely woman, in the close cap, plain black gown, and white bibbed apron of the New England matron, came out into the porch, and seeing Will Narburton, smiled a welcome.
"I was afraid, and hid myself in the long rushes."
"I wondered who you might be entertaining at this early hour, Josh," she said, laying her hand on her son's arm. "Has Will come to tempt you to go fishing or hunting with him?"
"No, mother; but he has brought some important