It was a fearful moment to the maiden. “Spare us,” she implored. “We are loyal yet.”
“Will you tell us where Cavalry Curt is hiding?”
“I cannot!”
“You lie. Colonel Morland, do you uphold her in this scheme?”
“No—no. Mara, if you know where the spy is secreted tell him and spare us further trouble.”
“Grandpa, are we to submit to his insolence? I would that my brother were here.”
“So do I, my child.”
“He may learn of this sooner than you will wish,” retorted Captain Dermot, fiercely.
“Duty compels me to do what is far from pleasant. Colonel Morland, consider yourself our prisoner. Buck Logan, see that he is securely bound.”
“That I will, captain.”