"Where are the rest!" he repeated, with white and quivering lips, while his eyes rolled and his voice rose almost to a scream.  "Why, some of 'em are dead--lucky beggars! and t'others are in the hands of the savages, away there in the woods, and are bein' slowly tormented to death, one at a time, while t'others is forced to look on and wait their turn.  At least that's how I reads what I've seen."