A long, low wail went up from the children and youths; the women slowly, meekly bowed their heads.  The men, due to the stoicism of their nature and the Christianity they had learned, stood proudly erect awaiting the death that had been decreed.

Glickhican pulled the bell rope.

A deep, mellow tone pealed out.

The sound transfixed all the Christians.  No one moved.

Glickhican had given the signal which told the murderers the Christians were ready.

“Come, man, my God!  We can’t stay here!” cried Jim to Zeisberger.

As they went out both men turned to look their last on the martyrs.  The death knell which had rung in the ears of the Christians, was to them the voice of God.  Stern, dark visages of men and the sweet, submissive faces of women were uplifted with rapt attention.  A light seemed to shine from these faces as if the contemplation of God had illumined them.

As Zeisberger and Jim left the church and hurried toward the cabins, they saw the crowd of savages in a black mass round Girty’s teepee.  The yelling and leaping had ceased.

Heckewelder opened the door.  Evidently he had watched for them.

“Jim!  Jim!” cried Nell, when he entered the cabin.  “Oh-h!  I was afraid.  Oh!  I am glad you’re back safe.  See, this noble Indian has come to help us.”

Wingenund stood calm and erect by the door.

“Chief, what will you do?”

“Wingenund will show you the way to the big river,” answered the chieftain, in his deep bass.

“Run away?  No, never!  That would be cowardly.  Heckewelder, you would not go?  Nor you, Zeisberger?  We may yet be of use, we may yet save some of the Christians.”

“Save the yellow-hair,” sternly said Wingenund.

“Oh, Jim, you don’t understand.  The chief has come to warn me of Girty.  He intends to take me as he has others, as he did poor Kate. did you not see the meaning in his eyes to-day?  How they scorched me!  Ho!  Jim, take me away!  Save me!  Do not leave me here to that horrible fate?  Oh!  Jim, take me away!”

“Nell, I will take you,” cried Jim, grasping her hands.

“Hurry!  There’s a blanket full of things I packed for you,” said Heckewelder.  “Lose no time.  Ah! hear that!  My Heavens! what a yell!” Heckewelder rushed to the door and looked out.  “There they go, a black mob of imps; a pack of hungry wolves!  Jim Girty is in the lead.  How he leaps!  How he waves his sledge!  He leads the savages toward the church.  Oh! it’s the end!”

“Benny?  Where’s Benny?” cried Jim, hurriedly lacing the hunting coat he had flung about him.

“Benny’s safe.  I’ve hidden him.  I’ll get him away from here,” answered young Christy.  “Go!  Now’s your time.  Godspeed you!”

“I’m ready,” declared Mr. Wells.  “I—­have—­finished!”

“There goes Wingenund!  He’s running.  Follow him, quick!  Good-by!  Good-by!  God be with you!” cried Heckewelder.