Suddenly Wolf-Cap started forward without a word, and the others followed.
Everywhere among the ruins the victims of savage atrocity scalped and tomahawked, were to be seen.
“They’re all dead!” said Harmon. “May Heaven curse the fiends—”
A groan!
Wolf-Cap started forward, and lifted a log from the chest of a man.
It was Levi Armstrong. He opened his eyes and smiled.
“Oh, father! father!” cried Huldah, throwing herself upon him. “Tell me, father, how all this happened.”
“Splitlog came back and took me unawares,” was the reply, in a feeble voice. “But, Huldah, I—am not your father!”
She started.
“Belt, you know me,” and the glassy eyes wandered to the trapper.