“Be brief.”
“Send yer cap’n to me; I’ll tell no other.”
“I am the sole commander here.”
To this the man uttered a guttural, unintelligible response and then remained quiet. The lieutenant perceived that nothing could be elicited from him, except by the closest interrogating.
“Who are you?”
“I’m one of the Tory League,” answered the man, in a low whisper.
At the mention of this name, a scowl darkened the brows of the dragoons that were crowded around.
“How came you with that wound?” asked the officer, seeing one of the hands of the Tory ill-bandaged and bloody.
“I got bit by a horse belongin’ to a gal thet myself and two more of the band wor carryin’ off.”
“What!” exclaimed the lieutenant, springing suddenly to his feet; “you, then, were one of the abductors of Miss Lear?”