CHAPTER XI.
THE TABLES TURNED.
Ethan Allen could see no possible chance of escape.
He was not afraid to meet the punishment, but he felt it galling to be trapped in such a way.
If he had not been a bitter opponent of New York before, that treachery would have made him one.
For greater security the two mountaineers had been bound together, so that they could be more easily guarded.
Nearly an hour passed before the officer determined to march.
He had sent out scouts to ascertain if the Mountain Boys were in the vicinity, and the men had returned to report all quiet.
Then the small company, with its valuable captives, set out to cross into York at the nearest point.
For about an hour the march was continued in silence, and the men were fatigued, for they had to carry the prisoners, both Allen and Baker refusing to walk one step.