To Wacora the words of Nelatu were no less surprising. Turning to the shrinking maiden, he said-- "You hear what Nelatu says? He loves you." She murmured faintly--"I hear." "He loves you. Wacora, too, has loved. That love has been trampled upon, and by your wretch of a brother! Yet still it shall plead for Nelatu. His request is granted. You are spared both life and honour, but must remain a prisoner. Conduct her hence!" "And these?" asked a warrior, pointing to the other prisoners. Wacora's heart, touched for an instant by his cousin's pleading, as well as by Alice Rody's heroic bearing, became again hardened. He replied-- "They must die! Not by the torture, but at once. Let them be shot!" The brave fellows, disdaining to sue for mercy, were led away from the spot. Soon after he heard several shots that came echoing from the woods. His captives had been released from all earthly care. CHAPTER THIRTY THREE. RUIN AMONG THE RUINS. The Indians' encampment near Tampa Bay was broken up. The women and children, attended by a few warriors had departed for the town. Alice Rody, a prisoner, went along with them. Wacora, Nelatu, and the rest of the tribe, joined others of their race in the war which was now rapidly spreading over the whole peninsula. For a time the Seminole tribe led a wandering life. The varying successes or defeats of the protracted contest entailed upon them both vigilance and activity. It was, therefore, only occasionally that the cousins were enabled to visit the town in which their people permanently resided. Sansuta had now seldom any relapses of her fits of violent madness. She was silent and melancholy, and wandered about wrapped in her own bewildered thoughts. Alice, although a prisoner, was suffered to come and go as it pleased her. Nelatu's love for the pale-faced maiden made no progress. A wan smile was all the reward the Indian youth received for his patient devotion. He felt that his passion was hopeless, but still he nursed it. To Sansuta, Alice indeed proved a guardian angel. At first the Indian girl repelled the tender solicitude expressed by the white maiden, and with an alarmed look seemed to dread even her voice. In time, however, won by the magic of kindness, she sought the company of the captive, and in her presence seemed happy. Often they would stroll away from the town, and in some quiet spot pass hours together--Alice in silent thought, Sansuta in such childish employment as stringing beads, or making baskets with the flowers and tendrils of the wild vine. A favourite haunt with them both was the old fort. Amongst its ruins they would seat themselves in silence, each busy with her own thoughts. And thus was their time tranquilly passed, while war was raging around them. But the first storm of conflict had been passed, and was succeeded by a temporary calm.