The fire did not for some time take, on account of the moisture of the wood, which discharged clouds of smoke; but, after a few moments, the flame sparkled, extended by degrees, and then acquired great intensity.
The unfortunate woman could not suppress a cry of terror.
At that moment a horseman dashed at full speed into the midst of the camp; at a bound he was on the ground, and before anyone could have opposed him, he tore away the burning wood from the pile, and cut the bonds of the victim.
"Oh! why have you come?" the poor mother murmured, sinking into his arms.
"My mother! ho, pardon me!" Loyal Heart cried, "my God! how you must have suffered."
"Begone, begone, Rafaël!" she repeated, smothering him with kisses; "leave me to die in your place; ought not a mother to give her life for her child?"
"Oh do not speak so, my mother! you will drive me mad," said the young man, clasping her in his arms with despair.
By this time the emotion caused by the sudden appearance of Loyal Heart had subsided, the Indian warriors had recovered that stoicism which they affect under all circumstances.
Eagle Head advanced towards the hunter.
"My brother is welcome," he said, "I had given over expecting him."