He stepped forward and grasped Young, at the same time speaking in the Indian language and pointing to a nearby tree.
Strange to relate, the renegade apparently wanted no bloodshed.
While one of the savages began to tie Young to the tree, Girty turned his gaze on the girls.

His little, yellow eyes glinted; he stroked his chin with a bony hand, and his dark, repulsive face was wreathed in a terrible, meaning smile.
"I've been layin' fer you," he croaked, eyeing Nell.

"Ye're the purtiest lass, 'ceptin' mebbe Bet Zane, I ever seed on the border.

I got cheated outen her, but I've got you; arter I feed yer Injun preacher to ther buzzards mebbe ye'll larn to love me." Nell gazed one instant into the monster's face.

Her terror-stricken eyes were piteous to behold.