“No,—no,—no!—I hope not dead!”
“Carried off?”
“Alas, yes!”
“By whom?”
“The Indians.”
“You are sure by Indians?”
As Carlos asked this question, a look of strange meaning glanced from his eyes.
“Quite sure—I saw them myself—your mother?”
“My mother! What of her?”
“She is safe. She met the savages in the doorway, was knocked senseless by a blow, and saw no more.”