“Oh, yes,” he replied, “there are only two of you——”
“Three,” corrected Captain Jones.
“And there are four of us,” continued Danvers. Then he made as though to seat himself in a vacant chair by the fire; but Ethan toppled it over with his foot, and the man stood glaring at him angrily.
“I think,” said the young American, quietly, “that you had better stand.”
“Ah! You are the fighting lad who made such sad work of Blake, I take it.” Danvers favored the boy with an unpleasant smile. “Well, perhaps you may have an opportunity of using your talent before long.”
Then he turned to Captain Jones, and demanded:
“Will you give up the document, peaceably?”
“The papers are for Dr. Franklin,” answered the commander of the Ranger, “and not for a British spy!”
Danvers whipped out the sword that he carried and shouted:
“Blake! Siki! Wheelock! This way!”