Let us go and look." They went, Otter leading the way.

Presently he halted.

"The boats are gone," he said, "all except one canoe; but the 'weeds' lie in a heap as of old." He was right.

Piled in a little open space lay the bodies of some thirty men, women, and children recently dead.

In other spaces close by were similar heaps, but these were of bleached bones on which the moonlight shone brightly--mementoes of former sacrifices.