Now for the first time do I perceive that I am naked. From the waist upward, there is not a rag upon me--arms, breast, and body all bare! This does not surprise me. It is natural that the robbers should have stripped me--that they should at least have taken my coat, whose yellow buttons are bright gold in the eyes of the Indian. But I am now to learn that for another, and very different, purpose have they thus bereft me of my garments. Now also do I perceive the _fashion_ in which I am confined. I am erect upon my feet, with arms stretched out to their full fathom. My limbs are lashed to an upright post; and, with the same thong, are my arms tied to a transverse beam. _I am bound upon a cross_! CHAPTER SIXTY ONE. THE MYSTERIOUS CIRCLE. In an exulting tone, the savage chief broke silence. "_Bueno_!" cried he, as soon as he saw that my eyes were upon him--"_bueno, bueno_! The pale-face still lives! the heart of the Red-Hand is glad of it--ha, ha, ha! Give him to drink of the fire-water of Taos! Let him be strong! Fill him with life, that death may be all the more bitter to him!" These orders were delivered to his follower, who, in obedience to them, removed the gag; and, holding to my lips a calabash filled with Taos whiskey, poured a quantity of the liquor down my throat. The beverage produced the effect which the savage chief appeared to desire. Scarcely had I swallowed the fiery spirit when my strength and senses were restored to their full vigour--but only to make me feel more keenly the situation in which I stood--to comprehend more acutely the appalling prospect that was before me. This was the design in resuscitating me. No other purpose had the cruel savage. Had I entertained any doubt as to the motive, his preliminary speech would have enlightened me; but it was made still clearer by that which followed. "Dog of a pale-face!" cried he, brandishing a long Spanish knife before my eyes; "you shall see how the Red-Hand can revenge himself upon the enemies of his race. The slayer of Panthers, and the White Eagle, shall die a hundred deaths. They have mocked the forest maiden, who has followed them from afar. Her vengeance shall be satisfied; and the Red-Hand will have his joy--ha, ha, ha!" Uttering a peal of demoniac laughter, the Indian held the point of the knife close to my forehead--as if about to drive the blade into my eyes! It was but a feint to produce terror--a spectacle which this monster was said to enjoy. Wingrove was still alive: the wretch Su-wa-nee must be near? "_Carajo_!" again yelled the savage. "What promised you the Red-Hand? To cut the living flesh from your bones? But _no_--that would be merciful. The Arapahoes have contrived a sweeter vengeance--one that will appease the spirits of our slain warriors. We shall combine sport with the sacrifice of the pale-faced dogs--ha, ha, ha!"