Of those slain upon the spot there was not one now wearing his hair.

Their heads were bare and bloody, the crown of each showing a circular disc of dark crimson colour.

The scalping-knife had already completed its work, and the ghastly trophies were seen impaled upon the points of spears-- some of them stuck upright in the sand, others borne triumphantly about by the exulting victors.

Their triumph had cost them dear.

On the plain outside at least thirty of their own lay extended, stone dead; while here and there a group bending over some recumbent form told of a warrior wounded.
By the orders of their chief, some had set about collecting the corpses of their slain comrades, with the intent of interring them.