"Something might come out of it," he observed; "but I know Injun nature too well to think the chief will spare us for that reason alone. If the crowd wants to be amused, we'll be made to run the gauntlet to-morrow at sunrise; and afterwards be burned at the stake, like as not. It's something I always thought would happen to me. A borderer who has run up against Injuns as much as I have must look forward to the time he'll be caught napping, as I was, and pay the penalty with his life. But I'm sorry for you, lads, because you've got mothers and fathers behind, that'll mourn if you never come back again; while there's none to weep for old Jasper Williams." Roger, who had been busy over at one side of the cabin, now called out: "They've lighted a big fire there in the open space, and I can see a lot of the braves sitting down, cross-legged, around it. Do you think they're going to hold a palaver, or council, to settle what's to be done with us, Mr. Williams?" "It looks that way, son," replied the scout, with a touch of pity in his rough voice; "but I can tell better after I have taken a look myself." Both he and Dick had little trouble in finding crevices through which it was possible to observe all that was going on. The fire around which the Indians had commenced to gather was not so far removed from the strong lodge but the listening prisoners could hear all that took place. Only the warriors or fighting men were allowed places in the several circles that presently surrounded the leaping flames. The boys and squaws had to stand back, and take no part in the proceedings. Running Elk was there in plain view, as was also the medicine-man of the tribe, the latter decked out in his awe-inspiring decorations, that gave out a jingling sound every time he moved so much as an arm. As the medicine-man is usually the power behind the throne in every Indian village, he can generally be found at the right hand of the leader or chief, as an adviser. His favor is eagerly sought by braves and squaws, for it is popularly supposed that when angered he can bring down the wrath of Manitou upon the offender. All this while there sounded the monotonous beating of tomtoms, or drums made of skins drawn tightly over hollow sections of the trunk of a tree. It was a weird sound, and particularly to those who, crouching behind the logs of the strong lodge, were looking upon the striking picture of these same Indians deciding what their fate should be. For once Roger found no heart for talking, and it must be something beyond the ordinary that could quench his desire to express his feelings in words. Each of them merely sat there, looking at the strange scene. It was terrible, and at the same time not one of them could tear his eyes away from it, such was the fascination it possessed.