" By the time Mercy had sorted this out, her three brothers were gone. She panicked. "Sam!" she screamed. "John! Benny!" She ran from group to group, darting behind sledges, racing among the dogs, circling the fires. "Sam! John!" What was the matter with her? How could she have stayed separate from them? Why had she not kicked Tannhahorens in the shins, as Ruth would have, and marched with her brothers no matter what he said? Ruth was right, he was nothing but an Indian! O Father! she thought. O Mother! I let you down again. I didn't protect Tommy. I didn't save Marah or Stepmama or the baby. And now the boys are gone. On her second screaming circle of the camp, Tannhahorens caught her. "Boys go," he said. "But are they all right? I didn't say good-bye! You never let me talk to them at all! I don't even know their masters' names!" A new and even more horrifying thought struck Mercy. It tore the wind from her lungs and her voice broke. "Will my brothers and I go to the same place? Will I see them again?" Poor Father, come home to find his entire family ripped away in a night. Father would comfort himself that Mercy was taking care of the boys--and he would be wrong. Tannhahorens had fewer English words than Mercy had Mohawk. He could not understand this outpouring. He steered her back to his possessions. he said. Mercy jumped in front of him, blocking his path. He was hung with weapons in preparation for departure: knives, tomahawk, hatchet, gun, two bows, quiver of arrows. But something new hanging from Tannhahorens' chest gave her pause. A Catholic cross. Although in her whole life, Mercy had seen only one spoon and a belt buckle made of silver, she knew this cross to be silver. She wrenched her eyes from its beauty. It would be a sin to find a cross beautiful. Religion must be heart and soul, not scraps of metal. Tannhahorens pushed her along in front of him. he said irritably. "Raquette?" she begged. "Is that your town? Is that Sam's master's name? Are the boys together? Is Same going to be able to watch out for John and Benny?" This time, ragged trousers and a torn stained coat blocked Tannhahorens's way The Indian looked harshly at the Englishman in front of him, and Mercy wished she had learned words like But Tannhahorens walked on and left them together. "Oh, Uncle Nathaniel!" she said, and they wrapped their arms around each other. He held her tightly. He had to clear his throat several times to find his voice. "Your brothers are not together," he said, "but they seemed all right. They were not afraid. Benny's Indian has a sled and he will ride as he did yesterday. John's with five other English, all adults. They will watch for him. And Sam is with the Kellogg girls. He'll be busy taking care of Joanna and Rebecca." Her three brothers, going in three directions in the hands of strangers. "They took my Will and my Mary in the last band," said her uncle. "I have some hope. The Indians treat my children tenderly. When nobody else had a morsel to eat, their masters fed them." Sam. John. Benny. Will. Little Mary. Gone."