g him?"

"No."

"Why not? He will murder you if he can."

"No one is justified in slaying a prisoner, and I shall never do it. No
more blood will be on my hands, unless it be in defence of her. For her,
I slew the other, and only for her will my arm ever be raised against my
fellow man."

"Not even in self defence?"

"No, as God is my judge, my hand shall never be raised even to defend
this miserable life. I live but for my child, and when she is gone, I
care not how soon I am called. I have known only sorrow since----"

He did not finish the sentence, but turned away.

It was late in the night when the party entered Salem. The houses were
dark and silent. No light was visible from any window, and it seemed a
deserted hamlet. Earnestness without excitement was evinced. Everything
was done in perfect order. The men moved first to the blacksmith shop,
where several supplied themselves with axes, heavy crow-bars and
sledges.

"Explain to your warriors that, under no circumstances, are they to shed
blood," said Mr. George Waters.

While Oracus was giving this order to his braves, Mr. Waters, by the aid
of a lighted pine knot, found a pair of cold chisels, which he
appropriated.

Then the party moved off toward the jail in perfect order. There was no
undue haste, or nervous excitement. All seemed as cool as if they were
going as invited guests to a banquet.

The Indians' moccasined feet made scarcely any noise upon the ground, as
they moved forward. Mr. Henry Waters carried in his hand a stout iron
bar, and twenty Indians bore on their shoulders a heavy log of wood.

At a word of command from Oracus the others deployed as flankers and
guards. They had strict orders to harm no one; but, should they find any
attempting to approach them, they were to seize and hold such persons.

The jail was reached. The long, low wall of stone, with gates of iron,
loomed up like some sullen monster before the determined men. Mr. Henry
Waters thrust the heavy iron bar he carried under the iron gate, and
tore it off its hinges.

Then George Waters and Charles raised their sledges, while the savages
with the heavy log of wood ran it like a monster battering-ram against
the door. At the same instant they struck it with their sledges.

The crash was deafening, and the jail trembled to its very centre.
Again, and again, and again did those crashing thunder-bolts fall upon
the iron door. The unfortunate inmates, not knowing the ob