One has died.

The other shall not escape us.

She shall die strangled by Amochol upon his own altar!" I sat up, sick with horror and surprise, and stared at the Mohican for an explanation.

He and the Oneidas were now looking at me very gravely and in silence.

And after a moment my head dropped.
I knew well enough what the brutal Erie meant by "Hidden Children." But that I was one I never dreamed, nor had it occurred to me that Lois was one, in spite of her strange history.