As they
gained the summit Rene's moanings warned them of his presence.
Stealing to the spot where he lay with the noiseless footfalls of wild
beasts, the two Indians stood for a moment gloating over the
unconscious lad. They fully realized the value of this unexpected and
welcome prize, for both of them recognized the young white chief the
moment their eyes lighted upon him. In another minute the poor lad had
awakened with a wild cry of terror, to find himself bound hand and
foot, and lying at the mercy of those whom he knew to be his bitterest
and most unrelenting enemies.
CHAPTER XV
RENE IN THE HANDS OF HIS ENEMIES
Well might Rene de Veaux feel that he had fallen into evil hands, as,
upon awakening from his troubled slumber, he found himself bound hand
and foot, and gazed into the cruel face of Chitta, lighted by a
triumphant but sneering smile. Nor did he gain any comfort by turning
his eyes to the sullen countenance of the huge Cat-sha. Neither pity
nor mercy was expressed in the slightest degree by either of the
Seminoles. Chitta thought of the revenge he was to enjoy for his
humiliating overthrow during the games at the Feast of Ripe Corn, which
he fully believed he owed to the white lad. Cat-sha knew that Rene had
led the attack upon his band at the shell mound, and regarded him as a
brave enemy whom he should take an exquisite delight in torturing.
Loosening the bonds that encircled the boy's ankles, his captors forced
him to walk to the foot of the bluff, where the rest of their band were
gathered.
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