He smiled in a superior sort of way, and turning a sharp angle, stepped suddenly into the path down which she had forced Velveteens on the day when she made him prisoner. Her captor was taking her to her former home! A great fear came into her heart, for she knew that he would not dare to bring her to the cabin of Old Pegs unless that brave man had ceased to breathe.
CHAPTER XIII.
A DREADFUL ORDEAL—FINIS.
Boston Jake and his men did not resist very long after the departure of Rafe Norris. They stood out long enough to give a good excuse for yielding, and then sent out a flag to sue for peace. The Sioux would not trust to that, but took to the mountain at once, and sought to find their way back to their own country in small parties. Boston Jake surrendered his party in person, and Dave received his submission.
“Where is the man who was captured while carrying a flag?” he demanded. “You know well whom I mean.”
“Yes—I know that well enough, boss, but he’s pegged out. ’Tain’t my fault, you know.”
“Who, then, is to blame?”
“Jim Diggs shot him on the jump, trying to escape. It were rough, but Jim couldn’t help it.”
“I shall hang three of your men for the murder,” replied Dave, quietly, “and they will be selected by lot.”
“That ain’t according to Hoyle, boss,” said Boston Jake. “I kain’t see that play of yours, after we guv up.”
“He was taken with a white flag in his hand.”