“None of that, Mrs Van Tyne. Go and attend to your business.”
Harriette Mackenzie grunted. “Mrs Van Tyne is right. We should cut its throat. We’ve no space for savages inside the fort. She’s probably here to spy on us.”
“What’s this?” Captain Cameron bustled up. “Who’s the Indian lady?”
“We don’t know, Captain,” Wooler said. “We found her in the woods, being chased by a party of Abenaki.”
“I see. Can the lady talk?” Extending a hand, Cameron helped the woman to her feet. Tossing back the hair that covered her eyes, she glowered at him.
Cameron smiled. “She could do with a good wash. Don’t Abenaki Indians believe in cleanliness?”
“I’ve never seen such a dirty Indian woman,” Wooler agreed. “She’s said nothing so far.” He pointed to the guardroom. “I was thinking maybe we could place he
