Part 27 (2/2)

Snoqual, triumphant eyes To him she was no more than some lovely animal of which he had becoht with it the right to tantalize and to torture A malicious saze rested on her old home

”Look forward,” he said, ”not back; look forward to your life with Snoquale that awaits you in the land of the Cayuses”

She started, and her face flushed painfully; then without looking at hi it saddens her”

A sparkle of vindictive delight came into his eyes

”Do the woo to live with their husbands? It is not so with the Cayuse wo to They love to sit in the sun at the door of the am and say to the other women, 'My man is brave; he leads the war party; he has many scalps at his belt Who is brave like my man?'”

Wallulah shuddered He saw it, and the sparkle of er

”Does the young squaw treet used to the wood and water for Snoquale, too She ht

The old wrinkled squaho are good for nothing but to be beasts of burden, shall teach her”

There cas, the burden-bearers, the human vampires of the Indian camps, the vile in word and deed, the first to cry for the blood of captives, the ive taunts and blows to the helpless; were they to be her associates, her teachers? Involuntarily she lifted her hand, as if to push fro the wood and the water Wallulah ork The old wo more you must learn; and that is to hold up your head and not look like a drooping captive Say Snoquale”

She looked at hie form, the swarthy face, seemed to doth and ferocity She dropped her eyes again, and lay there on the furs like solance of a hawk

”I ork; I will bear burdens,” she repeated, in a treh when ry, halfinto every secret of her nature

She knew somehow that he are of her love for Cecil, and she dreaded lest he should taunt her with it Anything but that He knew it, and held it back as his last and most cruel blow Over his bronzed face flitted no expression of pity She was to him like some delicate wounded creature of the forest, that it was a pleasure to torture So he had often treated a hted by its fluttering and its pain, till the lust of torture was gratified and the death-bloas given

He sat regarding her with a sneering, malicious look for a little while; then he said,--

”It is hard to smile on Snoqualmie; but the white man whom you met in the wood, it was not so with hilad at him, but it is hard to do so for Snoqualmie”

Wallulah shrunk as if he had struck her a blow; then she looked at his I will be a faithful wife to you I will never see the white ave way to the gleaer

”Faithful! You knew you were to be my woman when you let his to you Faithful! You would leave Snoqualmie for him now, could it be so But you say well that you will never see hiazed at hi happened to him? Have they harmed him?”

Over the chief's face came the murderous expression that was there when he slew the Bannock warrior at the torture stake

”Harmed him! Do you think that he could s to you and caress you,--you ere the same as my squaw,--and I not harh it was, in so far as Snoqualhly in keeping with Indian character White captives were often told, ”I killed your brother,” or, ”This is your husband's scalp,” when perhaps the person spoken of was alive and well

”Dead!”