And Alice?
With the sweet name's echo Beverley's heart bounded high, then sank fluttering at the recollection that she was either yonder at the mercy of Hamilton, or already the victim of an unspeakable cruelty.

Was it weakness for him to lift his clasped hands heavenward and send up a voiceless prayer?
While he stood thus Oncle Jazon came softly to his side and touched his arm.

Beverley started.
"The nex' thing'll be to shoot the everlastin' gizzards outen 'em, won't it ?" the old man inquired.

"I'm jes' a eetchin' to git a grip onto that Gov'nor.

Ef I don't scelp 'em I'm a squaw." Beverley drew a deep breath and came promptly back from his dream.