"And a great many other things besides, as you will soon know," continued the other, coldly; "but let me explain. For reasons which it is unnecessary to mention, I had deep interest in making acquaintance with two new arrivals in this country, you, sir, and Mr. George Clinton. My plan of introduction was rough. My wound, which I inflicted on myself, and which is only a scratch, deceived you all. I am now personally acquainted with you both, and I am delighted. Still, things looked ugly for me—but what is the use of a battle in which half of us would be massacred? I want nothing of the kind. I have important business to transact and must go. In this instance I count wholly on you."
"On me, sir! By what title?"
"I cannot explain. I have promised to restore Evening Dew, and I will keep my promise. Just now she serves as a hostage. She is treated with the utmost deference and respect. Now let me pass at once. Delay is useless."
"But, sir—can I—" stammered Oliver.
"Save an outlaw, a man with a price on his head!" said the other, bitterly; "But I am not what I seem. One day—"
But Oliver was thinking, and, after some minutes of reflection, said, "It shall be as you wish."
"Thank you; and now away to your friends and take George Clinton with you," said the captain.
Oliver went out with the young American and soon returned.
"You are free to return with your companions," he said, on re-entering the hut; "I give you my word."
"Farewell until we meet again. We part friends."