“And these?” asked a warrior, pointing to the other prisoners.
Wacora’s heart, touched for an instant by his cousin’s pleading, as well as by Alice Rody’s heroic bearing, became again hardened.
He replied—
“They must die! Not by the torture, but at once. Let them be shot!”
The brave fellows, disdaining to sue for mercy, were led away from the spot.
Soon after he heard several shots that came echoing from the woods.
His captives had been released from all earthly care.