Many who run are stumbling, falling, lying still and crushed and wet with blood.

I, Sorceress of the Senecas, see and hear these things; and as I see and hear, so must I speak my warning to you all!" She whirled on Amochol, flinging back her hair.

Her skin was as white us my own! With a stifled cry Lois sprang to her feet; but I caught her and held her fast.
"Good God!" I whispered to the Sagamore.

"Where is Boyd ?" The executioner had risen, and was bending his bow; the Sorceress turned deathly pale but her blue eyes flashed, never swerving from the cruel stare of Amochol.
"Where is Boyd ?" I whispered helplessly.

"They mean to murder her!" "Kill that executioner!" panted Lois, struggling in my arms.