the executioner for a moment, then, livid, wheeled on the Prophetess, shaking from head to foot.

“Is this your accursed magic?” he shouted. “Is this your witchcraft, Sorceress of Biskoonah? Is it thus you strike when threatened? Then you shall burn! Take her, Andastes!”

But the Andastes, astounded and terrified, only cowered together in a swaying pack.

Restraining Lois with all my strength, I said to the Mohican:

“If Boyd comes not before they take her, concentrate your fire on Amochol, for we can not hope to make him prisoner — — ”

“Hark!” motioned the Sagamore, grasping my arm. I heard also, and so did the others.