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 			<p>“Well! Well! I am nearly starved and mighty glad to get back,” said the Colonel, with a smile of satisfaction at the steaming dishes a negro servant was bringing from the kitchen.</p>
 			<p>“We are glad you have returned,” answered his wife, whose glowing face testified to the pleasure she felt. “Supper is ready⁠—Annie, bring in some cream⁠—yes, indeed, I am happy that you are home. I never have a moment’s peace when you are away, especially when you are accompanied by Lewis Wetzel.”</p>
 			<p>“Our hunt was a failure,” said the Colonel, after he had helped himself to a plate full of roast wild turkey. “The bears have just come out of their winter’s sleep and are unusually wary at this time. We saw many signs of their work, tearing rotten logs to pieces in search of grubs and bees’ nests. Wetzel killed a deer and we baited a likely place where we had discovered many bear tracks. We stayed up all night in a drizzling rain, hoping to get a shot. I am tired out. So is Tige. Wetzel did not mind the weather or the ill luck, and when we ran across some Indian sign he went off on one of his lonely tramps, leaving me to come home alone.”</p>
-			<p>“He is such a reckless man,” remarked <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Zane.</p>
+			<p>“He is such a reckless man,” remarked <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Zane.</p>
 			<p>“Wetzel is reckless, or rather, daring. His incomparable nerve carries him safely through many dangers, where an ordinary man would have no show whatever. Well, Betty, how are you?”</p>
 			<p>“Quite well,” said the slender, dark-eyed girl who had just taken the seat opposite the Colonel.</p>
 			<p>“Bessie, has my sister indulged in any shocking escapade in my absence? I think that last trick of hers, when she gave a bucket of hard cider to that poor tame bear, should last her a spell.”</p>
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 			<p>“How long will it be until I am big enough to go?”</p>
 			<p>“Not for a very long time, Noah.”</p>
 			<p>“But I am not afraid of Betty’s bar. He growls at me when I throw sticks at him, and snaps his teeth. Can I go with you next time?”</p>
-			<p>“My brother came over from Short Creek today. He has been to Fort Pitt,” interposed <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Zane. As she was speaking a tap sounded on the door, which, being opened by Betty, disclosed Captain Boggs, his daughter Lydia, and Major Samuel McColloch, the brother of <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Zane.</p>
+			<p>“My brother came over from Short Creek today. He has been to Fort Pitt,” interposed <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Zane. As she was speaking a tap sounded on the door, which, being opened by Betty, disclosed Captain Boggs, his daughter Lydia, and Major Samuel McColloch, the brother of <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Zane.</p>
 			<p>“Ah, Colonel! I expected to find you at home tonight. The weather has been miserable for hunting and it is not getting any better. The wind is blowing from the northwest and a storm is coming,” said Captain Boggs, a fine, soldierly looking man.</p>
 			<p>“Hello, Captain! How are you? Sam, I have not had the pleasure of seeing you for a long time,” replied Colonel Zane, as he shook hands with his guests.</p>
 			<p>Major McColloch was the eldest of the brothers of that name. As an Indian killer he ranked next to the intrepid Wetzel; but while Wetzel preferred to take his chances alone and track the Indians through the untrodden wilds, McColloch was a leader of expeditions against the savages. A giant in stature, massive in build, bronzed and bearded, he looked the typical frontiersman. His blue eyes were like those of his sister and his voice had the same pleasant ring.</p>
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 			<p>“Whew! What an awful night this is going to be,” said Colonel Zane, when he had closed the door after his guests’ departure. “I should not care to sleep out tonight.”</p>
 			<p>“Eb, what will Lew Wetzel do on a night like this?” asked Betty, curiously.</p>
 			<p>“Oh, Lew will be as snug as a rabbit in his burrow,” said Colonel Zane, laughing. “In a few moments he can build a birch bark shack, start a fire inside and go to sleep comfortably.”</p>
-			<p>“Ebenezer, what is all this confab about? What did my brother tell you?” asked <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Zane, anxiously.</p>
+			<p>“Ebenezer, what is all this confab about? What did my brother tell you?” asked <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Zane, anxiously.</p>
 			<p>“We are in for more trouble from the Wyandots and Shawnees. But, Bessie, I don’t believe it will come soon. We are too well protected here for anything but a protracted siege.”</p>
 			<p>Colonel Zane’s light and rather evasive answer did not deceive his wife. She knew her brother and her husband would not wear anxious faces for nothing. Her usually bright face clouded with a look of distress. She had seen enough of Indian warfare to make her shudder with horror at the mere thought. Betty seemed unconcerned. She sat down beside the dog and patted him on the head.</p>
 			<p>“Tige, Indians! Indians!” she said.</p>
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 			<p>“Yes I have, and it makes me cover up my head,” said Betty.</p>
 			<p>“Well, it is Tige mourning for Isaac,” said Colonel Zane.</p>
 			<p>“Poor Isaac,” murmured Betty.</p>
-			<p>“Do you remember him? It has been nine years since you saw him,” said <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Zane.</p>
+			<p>“Do you remember him? It has been nine years since you saw him,” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Zane.</p>
 			<p>“Remember Isaac? Indeed I do. I shall never forget him. I wonder if he is still living?”</p>
 			<p>“Probably not. It is now four years since he was recaptured. I think it would have been impossible to keep him that length of time, unless, of course, he has married that Indian girl. The simplicity of the Indian nature is remarkable. He could easily have deceived them and made them believe he was content in captivity. Probably, in attempting to escape again, he has been killed as was poor Andrew.”</p>
 			<p>Brother and sister gazed with dark, sad eyes into the fire, now burned down to a glowing bed of coals. The silence remained unbroken save for the moan of the rising wind outside, the rattle of hail, and the patter of rain drops on the roof.</p>