I am the daughter of no one, but I know how to load and shoot a gun. But you have not told us how you came to be in company with the Indians. Tell us girl, let us know the worst, and then we can act for the best. Amy replied: Those Indians stole me from my home on the Shinglekill, and were taking me to Stockbridge, and just as we were starting to cross the river, they stole this girl. A storm arose, and the Indians jumped into the river to lighten the canoe, and that is the last I saw of them. If they got ashore anywhere, it must have been on this island. I will take my gun and go out on the raft and look. And I will take another and go with you, said Amy. And I will take the rest and shoot them all at once, said Cora. All parties being armed and equipped for the emergency, they marched for the spot. It was low water, and the rocks were bare for several hundred feet above the island. You wait here, said the old man, and I will climb out on the rocks. I see the Indians!—I see them! exclaimed Cora excitedly. Where? There! pointing. The old man looked, and saw the same objects that he saw when he was out before, and raised his gun. Don’t shoot! They are all dead now. The life has been pounded out of them on the rocks. Don’t you believe that, girl. They are only playing possum, and will go for your scalp at the first opportunity. Some of them may be on the island now. I see five, and there were but five. Let us go a little closer said Amy, starting, and followed by the old man. At every step the forms of the dusky Indians became more visible. Careful, girl, careful. We have a treacherous foe to deal with. We have the dead, and the dead only to deal with, replied Amy. They have gone to the Indian’s last hunting ground. The rock was reached, and there lay the bloated bodies of the five Indians. They had caught hold of each other’s hair and around the waist. Drowning men catch at straws, said the old man. They had taken hold of each other for protection, and all had drowned in each other’s embrace. But where did this rope come from that is wound around them? asked Shell. Amy kept silent. She knew too well where the rope came from. Well girls, it is rather early in the morning for a funeral, but I think we had better bury them now. Where? asked Cora. In a sailor’s grave he said. And taking his knife, cut the tangled rope loose, and one by one, he threw them into the River to be food for the fishes. The parties now returned to the house. Stay here, girls, and keep a good watch, and I will go toward the lower end of the island. Some of them may have landed lower down. The dog would swim ashore. What dog? asked Amy. The dog that was seen with the Indian that stole this girl, pointing toward Cora. Amy felt embarrassed for some moments, and then said: