Their vindictive faces expressed the malignant joy they felt at the expectation of putting him to the torture.
When night came Isaac's guards laced up the lodge-door and shut him from the sight of the maddened Indians.

The darkness that gradually enveloped him was a relief.

By and by all was silent except for the occasional yell of a drunken savage.

To Isaac it sounded like a long, rolling death-cry echoing throughout the encampment and murdering his sleep.

Its horrible meaning made him shiver and his flesh creep.