but I do know that I captured a young feller what was on his way to bring Gin’ral Greene here.”

“That was my brother,” cried Tom, angrily. “Where is he, now?”

“Oh, he’s where I can put my han’s on ’im whenever I want to,” was the reply.

Tom jerked a pistol out of his belt and leveled it, and would have fired at the ruffian, had not Mr. Perkins caught him by the arm. “Don’ shoot, my boy,” he said. “Gurley’s a villain, and needs shootin’, but he’s there under a truce, and we must not shoot him.”

“Oh, all right,” said Tom. “That’s so. I won’t shoot him now, but he made me forget myself when he said he had my brother a prisoner.”

“An’ that’s another reason for not shooting him, Tom. If you only wounded him, he’d most likely take revenge on your brother.”

“That’s so. I never thought of that. But I’ll get even with him for capturing Dick.”

Gurley had watched this little episode with a slight show of alarm, at first, but when he saw that the youth was not going to fire, he grinned, and said: “Lucky ye didn’t shoot, youngster.” Then to Holden he went on: “What about it? Are ye goin’ to surrender?”

“No,” was the decided reply.

“Ye’ll have to sooner or later, ye know.”

“No, you won’t,” said Tom, in a low, eager voice. “I’ll go out and away to-night, and will try to find and rescue Dick. But if I can’t find him, I’ll go and bring General Greene and his army.”

Holden nodded to Tom, and then replied to Gurley: “We will not surrender, so you might as well go back to your friends, the redskins, and tell them so.”

“Oh, all right,” growled Gurley. “But, ye’ll be sorry ye didn’t surrender, Holden.”

“I don’t think so.”

With an angry exclamation, the renegade turned and strode back and rejoined the Indians, to whom he talked energetically, gesticulating vigorously the while.

Then the Indians shook their bows and tomahawks at the settlers and gave vent to a series of wild, thrilling war-whoops.

CHAPTER VI

In the Cabin

Dick Dare was unable to break the hold of the man who had seized him. He struggled fiercely, but as the man was a giant in size, and very strong, he was thrown upon the ground and was utterly helpless. The man held the youth without seemingly having to exert himself very greatly.

“Who are you?” pantingly asked Dick. “And why have you seized me?”

“My name is Gabe Gurley,” was the reply. “I’m a loyalist, an’ as I know ye have been runnin’ frum ther Injuns, what are helpin’ the British, ye must be a rebel, an’ so I’ve grabbed ye, an’ll hold ye till I fin’ out about ye.”

“You had better let me go,” said Dick sternly. “You have no right to hold me.”

“Wal, I’m goin’ to hold ye ennyhow. I’ll jest bind yer arms, an’ then ye’ll come with me to my cabin.”

The fellow then bound Dick’s wrists together, with a piece of rope that he produced from a pocket, after which he allowed him to rise, then he took hold of his arm and conducted him through the woods a distance of nearly a mile, when they reached a rude cabin that stood in the depths of a thick growth of bushes and timber.

The fellow lighted a candle, and then Dick saw that his captor was a ruffian in appearance, a huge giant of a fellow, who looked capable of murder, if he took a notion.

“He’s a regular desperado,” thought Dick.

The ruffian turned and surveyed his prisoner. “Humph,” he grunted presently. “Ye’re a youngster. Who are ye, ennyhow?”

Dick decided that it would be best to give a fictitious name, so he said that his name was Dick Fenton, and that he lived about one hundred miles to the northward and was on his way to visit relatives who lived about fifty or seventy-five miles farther south.

“You have made a mistake in making a prisoner of me,” he said. “I was running from the Indians, awhile before you stopped me, true, but anybody would run from a gang of Indians on the warpath.”

“Yas, thet’s so,” was the reply. “But I guess I’ll hold ye a while, ennyhow, till I fin’ out whether ye are tellin’ the truth or not.”

“How long will that be?” asked Dick, with a sinking of the heart, for he did not like the idea of being delayed from reaching General Greene with the news that the patriot settlers were needing his help.

“I don’ know. Ye’ll stay here till I tell ye ye may go, ennyhow, so ye might as well make up your mind to thet.”

“I don’t see any sense in such a proceeding on your part,” said Dick.

“Uv course ye don’,” with a grin. “I wouldn’t expect ye to. But I do, and here ye stay. In the mornin’ I’ll take a stroll an’ see if I can find out anythin’ about ye, an’ then we’ll see about lettin’ ye go.”

He put a bar across the door, and then, pointing to a bunk in one corner of the room said: “You can sleep there. I’ll lay on a blanket on the floor.”

Dick knew it would do no good to argue with the ruffian, so he got into the bunk, and lay down, after which Gurley blew out the light and lay down on a blanket, and was soon snoring.

Dick did not get to sleep. In fact, he began trying to get his hands free, for he was eager to make his escape and go on his way to carry the news to General Greene.

Gurley had tied his wrists so securely he could not get them free, however, and finally the youth gave up the attempt, and eventually slept.

Next morning Gurley cooked some corn cakes and potatoes for breakfast, and after he had eaten, he untied Dick’s wrists and gave him some of the food. Then he bound the youth’s wrists again, but not so tightly as before, for the reason that Dick held his wrists in such a manner that he could move them into a different position and the rope would be loosened somewhat.

An hour or so later Gurley said he was going away, and did not know how long he would be gone. “As I can’t fasten the door,” he went on, “I will tie yer feet, an’ then ye won’t be able to git away while I’m gone.”

He got another piece of rope and bound Dick’s ankles, and then took his departure.

As soon as he was sure that Gurley was gone, Dick began working at the rope binding his wrists. If he could get his wrists free, the rope about his ankles could be quickly loosened.

He worked hard at the rope binding his wrists, but was unable to make much headway. The knots were tight, and the rope would not stretch. He kept at it, however, and was pulling and tugging at a great rate, when there was a thump against the door, and it flew open and into the room came a huge timber wolf.

At sight of the animal, Dick’s heart sank, and a feeling akin to fear took hold upon him. It was not pleasant to be lying there, bound hand and foot, and a huge, hungry wolf sniffing about within a few feet of him.

Dick guessed that the wolf had been attracted by the smell of the food Gurley had cooked for breakfast, and that the animal was hungry was evident by the way it nosed around for edibles, and snapped up several small scraps of food that had fallen on the floor.

Then, presently the wolf approached the bunk, in which Dick was lying, and sniffed at him. Dick lay absolutely still, till he felt the animal’s nose against his leg, and then, fearing he might be bitten, he gave his leg a jerk, and yelled at the wolf: “Get out of here! Go away!”

The wolf was startled into a snarl of surprise and fright, and leaped backward to the middle of the floor, where it stood, glaring at Dick, its eyes looking vicious indeed, its bared teeth showing.

Again Dick yelled at the animal, and moved his legs in a threatening manner, and the wolf shrank back somewhat, but after a few moments no harm coming to him it began moving slowly forward, growling and