Her little Jack was sleeping in her arms, made drowsy by the fever.
They sought the best place to pass the night.

This was under a large bunch of trees, where Dick Sand thought of disposing all for their rest.

But old Tom, who was helping him in these preparations, stopped suddenly, crying out: "Mr.Dick! look! look!" "What is it, old Tom ?" asked Dick Sand, in the calm tone of a man who attends to everything.
"There--there!" cried Tom; "on those trees--blood stains!--and--on the ground--mutilated limbs!" Dick Sand rushed toward the spot indicated by old Tom.

Then, returning to him: "Silence, Tom, silence!" said he.
In fact, there on the ground were hands cut off, and above these human remains were several broken forks, and a chain in pieces! Happily, Mrs.Weldon had seen nothing of this horrible spectacle.
As for Harris, he kept at a distance, and any one observing him at this moment would have been struck at the change made in him.

His face had something ferocious in it.
Dingo had rejoined Dick Sand, and before these bloody remains, he barked with rage.
The novice had hard work to drive him away.
Meanwhile, old Tom, at the sight of these forks, of this broken chain, had remained motionless, as if his feet were rooted in the soil.