They drank at a little spring which ran from under a ledge near them, and gave portions of the meat to the woman and children.

After the woman had eaten, they bound her hands, and she lay back on the grass, about twenty feet from the camp fire.

Two children lay on either side of her, and they were soon sound asleep.

The warriors, as Indians will do when they are free from danger and care, talked a good deal, and showed all the signs of having what was to them a luxurious time.

They ate plentifully, lolled on the grass, and looked at some hideous trophies, the scalps that they carried at their belts.
The woman could not keep from seeing these, too, but her face did not change from its stony aspect of despair.