Saint Andrew! it was a glow to make the eyes blink.
The sudden effect of this disclosure upon the thronging warriors was beyond words of mine.

There followed a hush so painful in intensity I could distinguish the quick throbbing of my own heart.

I saw the woman point at the fellow, giving eager utterance to a single word, her eyes sweeping the faces below.

Then came an irregular rush forward, inarticulate cries pierced the air, war weapons were dashed clanging upon the earthen floor, while numerous torches, grasped from off the sacred altar, were waved aloft by excited hands, all serving to form as demoniacal a scene as was ever witnessed this side of hell.
The full truth flashed across my mind--our comrade had in that moment been changed from a helpless, beaten prisoner into an object of superstitious worship.

By the magic of a word, the alchemy of a thought, he had become to these superstitious savages a mysterious visitant from the Sun, and for once, at least, he might fervently bless Nature, who had bestowed upon him so rich a coloring of hair.