Mr.Wells was buried.

A mossy stone marked the old missionary's grave.
Nell and Jim were lost in wonder and awe.
"Ugh!" cried the chief, looking toward the opening in the glade.
Fearfully Nell and Jim turned, to be appalled by four naked, painted savages standing with leveled rifles.

Behind them stood Deering and Jim Girty.
"Oh, God! We are lost! Lost! Lost!" exclaimed Jim, unable to command himself.

Hope died in his heart.
No cry issued from Nell's white lips.

She was dazed by this final blow.