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Paul thought that he caught a look of pity from the eyes of the great Wyandot； and Shif'less Sol said：
〃I'm sorry； Timmendiquas； since I had to be captured； that you didn't capture me yourself。 I'm glad to say that you're a great warrior。〃
Wyatt growled under his breath； but he was still afraid to speak out； although he knew that Timmendiquas was merely a distant and casual ally； and had little authority in that army。 Yet he was overawed； and so were the Indians with him。
〃We were merely taking the prisoners to Colonel Butler；〃 he said。 〃That is all。〃
Timmendiquas stared at him； and the renegade's face fell。 But he and the Indians went on with the prisoners； and Timmendiquas looked after them until they were out of sight。
〃I believe White Lightning was sorry that we'd been captured；〃 whispered Shif'less Sol。
〃I think so； too；〃 Paul whispered back。
They had no chance for further conversation； as they were driven rapidly now to that point of the battlefield which lay nearest to the fort； and here they were thrust into the midst of a gloomy company； fellow captives； all bound tightly； and many wounded。 No help； no treatment of any kind was offered for hurts。 The Indians and renegades stood about and yelled with delight when the agony of some man's wound wrung from him a groan。 The scene was hideous in every respect。 The setting sun shone blood red over forest； field； and river。 Far off burning houses still smoked like torches。 But the mountain wall in the east； was growing dusky with the coming twilight。 From the island； where they were massacring the fugitives in their vain hiding places； came the sound of shots and cries； but elsewhere the firing had ceased。 All who could escape had done so already； and of the others； those who were dead were fortunate。
The sun sank like a red ball behind the mountains； and darkness swept down over the earth。 Fires began to blaze up here and there； some for terrible purpose。 The victorious Iroquois； stripped to the waist and painted in glaring colors； joined in a savage dance that would remain forever photographed on the eye of Paul Cotter。 As they jumped to and fro； hundreds of them； waving aloft tomahawks and scalping knives； both of which dripped red； they sang their wild chant of war and triumph。 White men； too； as savage as they； joined them。 Paul shuddered again and again from head to foot at this sight of an orgy such as the mass of mankind escapes； even in dreams。
The darkness thickened； the dance grew wilder。 It was like a carnival of demons； but it was to be incited to a yet wilder pitch。 A singular figure； one of extraordinary ferocity； was suddenly projected into the midst of the whirling crowd； and a chant； shriller and fiercer； rose above all the others。 The figure was that of Queen Esther； like some monstrous creature out of a dim past； her great tomahawk stained with blood； her eyes bloodshot； and stains upon her shoulders。 Paul would have covered his eyes had his hands not been tied instead； he turned his head away。 He could not bear to see more。 But the horrible chant came to his ears； nevertheless； and it was reinforced presently by other sounds still more terrible。 Fires sprang up in the forest； and cries came from these fires。 The victorious army of 〃Indian〃 Butler was beginning to burn the prisoners alive。 But at this point we must stop。 The details of what happened around those fires that night are not for the ordinary reader。 It suffices to say that the darkest deed ever done on the soil of what is now the United States was being enacted。
Shif'less Sol himself； iron of body and soul； was shaken。 He could not close his ears； if he would； to the cries that came from the fires； but he shut his eyes to keep out the demon dance。 Nevertheless； he opened them again in a moment。 The horrible fascination was too great。 He saw Queen Esther still shaking her tomahawk； but as he looked she suddenly darted through the circle； warriors willingly giving way before her； and disappeared in the darkness。 The scalp dance went on； but it had lost some of its fire and vigor。
Shif'less Sol felt relieved。
〃She's gone；〃 he whispered to Paul； and the boy； too； then opened his eyes。 The rest of it； the mad whirlings and jumpings of the warriors； was becoming a blur before him； confused and without meaning。
Neither he nor Shif'less Sol knew how long they had been sitting there on the ground； although it had grown yet darker； when Braxton Wyatt thrust a violent foot against the shiftless one and cried：
〃Get up！ You're wanted！〃
A half dozen Seneca warriors were with him； and there was no chance of resistance。 The two rose slowly to their feet； and walked where Braxton Wyatt led。 The Senecas came on either side； and close behind them； tomahawks in their hands。 Paul； the sensitive； who so often felt the impression of coming events from the conditions around him； was sure that they were marching to their fate。 Death he did not fear so greatly； although he did not want to die； but when a shriek came to him from one of the fires that convulsive shudder shook him again from head to foot。 Unconsciously he strained at his bound arms； not for freedom； but that he might thrust his fingers in his ears and shut out the awful sounds。 Shif'less Sol； because he could not use his hands； touched his shoulder gently against Paul's。
〃Paul；〃 he whispered； 〃I ain't sure that we're goin' to die； leastways； I still have hope； but ef we do； remember that we don't have to die but oncet。〃
〃I'll remember； Sol；〃 Paul whispered back。
〃Silence； there！〃 exclaimed Braxton Wyatt。 But the two had said all they wanted to say； and fortunately their senses were somewhat dulled。 They had passed through so much that they were like those who are under the influence of opiates。 The path was now dark； although both torches and fires burned in the distance。 Presently they heard that chant with which they had become familiar； the dreadful notes of the hyena woman； and they knew that they were being taken into her presence； for what purpose they could not tell； although they were sure that it was a bitter one。 As they approached； the woman's chant rose to an uncommon pitch of frenzy； and Paul felt the blood slowly chilling within him。
〃Get up there！〃 exclaimed Braxton Wyatt； and the Senecas gave them both a push。 Other warriors who were standing at the edge of an open space seized them and threw them forward with much violence。 When they struggled into a sitting position； they saw Queen Esther standing upon a broad flat rock and whirling in a ghastly dance that had in it something Oriental。 She still swung the great war hatchet that seemed always to be in her hand。 Her long black hair flew wildly about her head； and her red dress gleamed in the dusk。 Surely no more terrible image ever appeared in the American wilderness！ In front of her； lying upon the ground； were twenty bound Americans； and back of them were Iroquois in dozens； with a sprinkling of their white allies。
What it all meant； what was about to come to pass； nether Paul nor Shif'less Sol could guess； but Queen Esther sang：
We have found them； the Yengees Who built their houses in the valley； They came forth to meet us in battle； Our rifles and tomahawks cut them down； As the Yengees lay low the forest。 Victory and glory Aieroski gives to his children； The Mighty Six Nations； greatest of men。
There will be feasting in the lodges of the Iroquois； And scalps will hang on the high ridge pole； But wolves will roam where the Yengees dwelt And will gnaw the bones of them all； Of the man； the woman； and the child。 Victory and glory Aieroski gives to his children； The Mighty Six Nations； greatest of men。
Such it sounded to Shif'less Sol； who knew the tongue of the Iroquois； and so it went on； verse after verse； and at the end of each verse came the refrain； in which the warriors joined：
〃Victory and glory Aieroski gives to his children。 The mighty Six Nations； greatest of men。〃
〃What under the sun is she about？〃 whispered Shif'less Sol。
〃It is a fearful face；〃 was Paul's only reply。
Suddenly the woman； without stopping her chant； made a g