Some of them they buried alive, some they gave to the wolves, some they burned to death.
I have no more feeling for them than I have for reptiles or devils." "I can't do it," said the younger soldier stubbornly.

"We must think of some other way." Old Bullet-Stopper stood frowning, trying to think of some argument by which to overcome these foolish scruples, when an idea came to his friend.
"About half a mile back we passed a deserted house.

Let's take them there and leave them.

There will probably be ropes or straps.

We can bind them.