As they drew nearer they could see through the dusk that it was not indeed a line.  A silent and motionless officer stood out some twenty paces in front of his silent and motionless men.  Further, they could see that he wore a very high and singular head-dress.  They were still rushing forward, breathless with apprehension, when to their horror this head-dress began to lengthen and broaden, and a great bird flapped heavily up and dropped down again on the nearest tree-trunk.  Then they knew that their worst fears were true, and that it was the garrison of Poitou which stood before them.

They were lashed to low posts with willow withies, some twenty of them, naked all, and twisted and screwed into every strange shape which an agonised body could assume.  In front where the buzzard had perched was the gray-headed commandant, with two cinders thrust into his sockets and his flesh hanging from him like a beggar’s rags.  Behind was the line of men, each with his legs charred off to the knees, and his body so haggled and scorched and burst that the willow bands alone seemed to hold it together.  For a moment the four comrades stared in silent horror at the dreadful group.  Then each acted as his nature bade him.  De Catinat staggered up against a tree-trunk and leaned his head upon his arm, deadly sick.  Du Lhut fell down upon his knees and said something to heaven, with his two clenched hands shaking up at the darkening sky.  Ephraim Savage examined the priming of his gun with a tightened lip and a gleaming eye, while Amos Green, without a word, began to cast round in circles in search of a trail.

But Du Lhut was on his feet again in a moment, and running up and down like a sleuth-hound, noting a hundred things which even Amos would have overlooked.  He circled round the bodies again and again.  Then he ran a little way towards the edge of the woods, and then came back to the charred ruins of the blockhouse, from some of which a thin reek of smoke was still rising.

“There is no sign of the women and children,” said he.

“My God!  There were women and children?”

“They are keeping the children to burn at their leisure in their villages.  The women they may torture or may adopt as the humour takes them.  But what does the old man want?”

“I want you to ask him, Amos,” said the seaman, “why we are yawing and tacking here when we should be cracking on all sail to stand after them?”

Du Lhut smiled and shook his head.  “Your friend is a brave man,” said he, “if he thinks that with four men we can follow a hundred and fifty.”

“Tell him, Amos, that the Lord will bear us up,” said the other excitedly.  “Say that He will be with us against the children of Jeroboam, and we will cut them off utterly, and they shall be destroyed.  What is the French for ‘slay and spare not’?  I had as soon go about with my jaw braced up, as with folk who cannot understand a plain language.”