"Perhaps it would be well enough to cook them at the stake." "I think that would be the proper mode," gravely declared another warrior; "for I have heard that they boast they are hot stuff.

They should not boast in vain." "Warriors," said Hole-in-his-Face, "you have heard.

What have you to say ?" "So mote it be," came solemnly from one.
"Yah! yah! yah!" yelled the others.
"That settles it, as the sugar remarked to the egg dropped into the coffee.

Prepare the torture stakes." There was a great bustle, and in a short time the stakes were prepared and driven into the ground, one of the savages hammering them down with a huge stick of wood.
Then the captives were bound to the stakes and a lot of brush was brought and piled about their feet.
Some of the sophs actually looked scared, but Browning kept up a continual fire of sarcastic remarks.
"Ugh!" grunted Hole-in-his-Face.

"This paleface talks heap much.