At a command from this chief the Indians stopped their maneuvering round the post and formed a large circle.

In another moment a tall warrior appeared carrying an armful of fagots.
In spite of his iron nerve Isaac shuddered with horror.

He had anticipated running the gauntlet, having his nails pulled out, powder and salt shot into his flesh, being scalped alive and a host of other Indian tortures, but as he had killed no members of this tribe he had not thought of being burned alive.

God, it was too horrible! The Indians were now quiet.

Their songs and dances would break out soon enough.