The girl turned her eye to the window, and by the broad blaze of the burning building she saw a stake erected, near the river, and numerous savages were heaping around it quantities of wood.
“Is that for me?”
“No—for Harris.”
The young woman checked the exclamation which was rising to her lip:
“And you will release him if I will point out to you the goods; you will do no personal injury to any one, and spare the rest of the property?”
The Indian hesitated; but the lie which seemed to struggle for utterance, against the habits of his race, was spoken:
“I will spare all—”
“And the people of the tribe—will they spare?”
Just then a band of savages was seen conveying Mr. Harris down to the stake.
The spirit of Rebecca was shaken. She did not know, indeed, where any goods were concealed, and the small amount which had been put aside was then brought forward by some of the Indians, who were more occupied with the rum they had secured than with the other articles.