All dead, you say?
Is Toinette dead ?" "I know not, but I have not found her body among the others, and believe her to be a prisoner to the savages.

But, come, De Croix," I urged, anxiously, "we run great risk loitering here; there is but one safe spot for us until after dark,--yonder, crouched in the waters of the lake.
The Indians may return at any moment to complete their foul work; and for us to be found alive means torture,--most likely the stake,--and will remove the last hope for Mademoiselle.

Think you it can be made if you lean hard on me ?" "_Sacre_! 't will not be because I do not try, Master Wayland," he answered, his voice stronger now that he could breathe more freely, and with much of his old audacity returned.

"Help me to make the start, friend, for every joint in my body seems rusty." His face was white and drawn from agony, and he pressed one hand upon his side, while perspiration stood in beads upon his forehead.

But no moan came from his set lips; and when he rested a moment on his knees, looking about him upon the dead, a look of grim approval swept into his eyes.
"Saint Guise, Wayland," he said soberly, "'t was a master fight, and the savages had it not all their own way!" It made me sick to hear such boasting amidst the horror that yet overwhelmed me, and I drew the fellow up to his feet with but little tenderness.
"God knows 't is sad enough!" I answered, shortly.