The stake was in the center of the heap, the wood being piled around it at a distance of some feet, leaving an open space on all sides, in which the prisoner could walk, being fastened with a cord, some ten feet in length, one end of which was lashed to the stake, a large post, driven firmly into the ground.  This vacant space was purposely left, that the sufferings of the doomed might be prolonged, a species of cruelty common in Indian tortures.  As it would be some time before the flames would touch Hamilton, though his sufferings from heat would be excruciating in a little while, murdering him by slow inches, Durant hoped that the sufferings and reflections of this interval would bring repentance at the eleventh hour, and cause his victim to plead for mercy on his own terms.

The fiery circle kept drawing nearer and nearer, narrowing the space between life and death at every moment; yet no groan escaped the lips of Hamilton; and he evinced the steady and unflinching heroism of a martyr.  At a sign from Durant, the Indians prepared themselves with long splinters, which were to be fired at one end, and then driven into the flesh of the sufferer; the guns were loaded with powder, to be fired against the naked person of the prisoner when the signal should be given.  Hamilton saw all these preparations, but they shook not his firm resolve for a moment.  His proud soul rose above all the horrors of the scene, and remained calm in the dignity of its earthly despair and eternal hopes.  He knelt down by the stake and engaged in prayer: 

“Oh, Father! give me strength to endure this trial by fire!  Forsake me not in this hour of extremity, but send Thy ministering angels to strengthen and sustain my spirit, that it faint not with the consuming flesh!  And, oh, God! protect Thy persecuted daughter, and save, oh, save her from the grasp of the destroyer!  Let not the wicked triumph! my God, let not the wicked triumph! but shield, oh, shield the innocent!  Thou art He who canst do wonders; make known Thy power in the rescue and salvation of the afflicted child of misfortune from the hands of the spoiler!  Not for myself, but for her, I implore Thee for deliverance!  Oh, hear my prayer in her behalf, and send help in the hour of need!”

Durant listened to this prayer in spite of himself; there was a something about it which held him spell-bound, fascinated; and he forgot, for the moment, that his followers were awaiting his orders—­everything, in fact, but the one scene before him, the man on his knees at the stake.  And there was another of those present no less deeply interested, though in a different way—­Ellen, who was in agony at the sight before her.  A thought entered her mind—­a wild thought, which only despair could arouse.  She saw the fixed attention of her persecutor, and at the close of Hamilton’s fervent prayer, she sprung from the midst of her enemies, and ere they comprehended her design, or had time to lift a hand to stay her progress, rushed through the flames, and fell on her knees by the side of her lover.  In a moment they were in each others’ arms, shedding tears on each others’ bosoms.