“Oh, no—no!” cried Mara. “Spare him.”
In spite of her entreaties and his struggles, Caleb Morland was quickly seized and bound.
“Now a piece of rope, men. I’ll see if they can’t be brought to terms.”
The rope was quickly forthcoming.
“Make a slipping noose in one end and put it around the old man’s neck. There, that’s it. Now, Mara Morland, tell us where that infernal Yankee is hiding, or your grandfather swings from that window within one minute!”
CHAPTER V.
AS BRAVE AS SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL.
It was a startling tableau.
Colonel Morland looked pale and fearful. There was no pity in the looks of his captors. Though used to scenes of war, and he had served through the struggle of 1812, he was at a loss to account for his present treatment.
Mara, on whom the dark eyes of Captain Dermot were fixed, turned pale, though she did not lose her self-possession.
“Girl,” he exclaimed, tersely, “where have you secreted that spy?”