like a bronzed warrior returned from the fight, turning
from one to another as question poured in upon question
almost too rapidly to permit of a reply. There, too,
stood Henri, making enthusiastic speeches to whoever
chose to listen to him--now glaring at the crowd with
clenched fists and growling voice, as he told of how Joe
and he had been tied hand and foot, and lashed to poles,
and buried in leaves, and threatened with a slow death
by torture; at other times bursting into a hilarious laugh
as he held forth on the predicament of Mahtawa, when