The girl raised her hand, and silence fell once more.

“Hear my judgment upon such of ye as are not of thy mind,” she cried, and now the smile had gone; her eyes flashed and the words fell red-hot from her scornful lips.

“I demand no tales from thy mouths. Hiding among these woods Yellow Rufe and Sancho, he of the one eye and the mutilated hand, think to ward off my vengeance. By meridian to-morrow I command those traitors to be brought to me. Fail in this, and ye shall see that Dolores can be terrible, too.”

The crowd took this as a dismissal, and broke into parties to scour the woods. Only slaves and women remained, and Pascherette ran to her mistress’s side and whispered, with a sidelong look of coquettish allurement at Venner and his friends.