“Huzza!” cried Joe, “we’ll have a mess of honey now.  I see the hole where they are—­its in a limb, and we won’t have to cut down the tree,” and before Sneak could interpose, Joe mounted up among the branches, and asked for the axe, saying he would have the bough off in five minutes.  Sneak gave it to him, and when he reached the place, (which was not more than fifteen feet from the ground,) he commenced cutting away with great eagerness.  The cavity was large, and in a few minutes the bough began to give way.  In spite of Sneak’s gesticulations and grimaces below, Joe did not bethink him that one of his feet still rested on the bough beyond the place where he was cutting, but continued to ply the axe with increasing rapidity.  Presently the bough, axe, and Joe, all fell together.  Sneak was convulsed with laughter.  Joe sprang to his feet, and after feeling his limbs and ribs, announced that no bones were broken, and laughed very heartily himself.  They began to split open the severed bough without loss of time.  But just when they were in the act of lifting out the honeycomb, four stalwart savages rose softly from the bushes behind, and springing nimbly forward, seized them both before they could make any resistance.  The surprised couple yelled and struggled to no purpose.  Their hands were soon bound behind them, and they were driven forward hastily in a southerly direction.

“Oh! for goodness sake, Mr. Chief, please let me go home, and I’ll pay you whatever you ask!” said Joe, to the tallest of the savages.

The Indian, if he did not understand his captive’s words, seemed to comprehend his terrors, and was much diverted at his ludicrous expression of features.

“Oh pray! good Mr. Chief—­”

“Keep your mouth shet!  They’ll never git through torturing us, if you let ’em know you’re afraid,” said Sneak.

“That’s just what I want,” said Joe; “I don’t want them to ever quit torturing us—­because they’ll never quit till we’re both dead.  But as long as they laugh at they’ll be sure to let me live.”

Ere long, the savages with their captives, entered the dense grove where Mary had been taken, before they set out with her over the prairie.  But it was evidently not their intention to conduct their present prisoners to their villages, and demand a ransom for them.  Nor were they prepared to convey them away in the same dignified and comfortable manner, over the snow-clad plains.  They anticipated a gratification of a different nature.  They had been disappointed in all their attempts to obtain booty from the whites.  The maid they had taken had been recaptured, and their chief was in the possession of the enemy.  These, to say nothing of the loss of a score of their brethren by the fire-weapons of the white men, stimulated them with unerring precision to compass the destruction of their prisoners.  Blood only could satiate their vengeful feelings.  And the greater and longer the sufferings of their victims the more exquisite would be the luxury of revenge.  And this caused them to smile with positive delight when they witnessed the painful terrors of poor Joe.