Wacora stopped on perceiving the group.
His features were illumined with a savage joy.
One of the chiefs, advancing, reported their having been captured while attempting to escape through the adjoining forest.
“What’s to be done with them?” he asked.
“They shall die by torture!”
“The girl?”
“She, too, shall die. Who is she?”
“I don’t know.”
Turning to Maracota, he propounded a similar question.
Maracota was equally ignorant of the person of the captive.