Henry looked more closely, and saw that he was stretching a blonde-haired scalp over a small hoop.

A shudder shook his whole frame.

Only those who lived amid such scenes could understand the intensity of his feelings.
He felt, too, a bitter sense of injustice.

The doers of these deeds were here in warmth and comfort, while the innocent were dead or fugitives.
He turned away from the window, stepping gently upon the snowshoes.

He inferred that the remainder of Wyatt's band were quartered in the other house from which he had seen the smoke rising.