each drop, an armed man
Shall rise, to free the land, or die.
--Bryant.

The liberated prisoners went whithersoever they pleased. Some went to
Boston, others to Plymouth, many to New York, New Jersey and Maryland,
while a few returned to England. They were wearied with their experience
in the New World, and were content to spend their days in England.

Charles Stevens retained a firm hold on his mother and Cora, until it
was quite evident that their pursuers had, for the present, at least,
given up the chase. They went on in the forest until they were joined by
the five savages left to guard Joel Martin. Martin was no longer with
them. Charles did not inquire what had become of him, for he was wholly
engrossed in the safety of Cora and his mother.

[Illustration: MAP OF NORTH AMERICA PERIOD, 1680 TO 1700

DRAWN FOR "THE WITCH OF SALEM"]

The Indians and the Waters brothers were engaged in a consultation.
Charles took no part in the consultation, for he knew nothing to advise.
Then the Indians accompanied them for a few miles through the woods. The
forest was dark and sombre, and they had only the silent stars to light
their path, until the tardy moon, rising at a late hour, filled the
landscape with silver light.

Day dawned, and they were in a wild, picturesque wood, with towering
hills and stupendous oaks on every side. Here they halted again for
consultation. Oracus, after giving them all the provisions he had with
him, took his warriors and stole off into the forest.

George Waters and his brother urged the escaped prisoners to eat some
dried venison and parched corn and sleep. They did. Indian blankets on
the ground afforded them beds, and their only covering was the sky.

Charles slept until the afternoon was almost spent, and then he was
awakened by the tramp of horses feet. He started up and found three
Indians with five horses, saddled and bridled. The Indians belonged to
the braves of Oracus, and, without a word, they dismounted and turned
over the horses to the Englishmen, and stole away into the forest.

A few moments later, the white people were mounted and riding away
through one of the narrow paths known only to the Waters brothers.

Charles Stevens' soul was too full for him to give heed to what course
they took. His mother and Cora were free, though he little dreamed that
they were escaping from one danger to another. They arrived one night at
the home o