This ended the talk, and presently the guerrillas moved up the mountain side to where there was a fair-sized cave.
They marched our hero into this cave, and tied him and his companions fast to some jagged rocks in the rear.
A fire was started up and the outlaws—for the guerrillas were nothing less—proceeded to make themselves comfortable by lying around, drinking, smoking, and playing cards.
Gendron was not badly wounded, and sat up to look on at the card-playing.
So the hours wore away. Toward night a scout went out to learn what the armies were doing, and he did not come back until the next day.
Two days were spent by Jack and his companions in the cave. During that time the guerrillas treated them brutally, and gave them hardly sufficient food to keep them from starving.
Gendron was particularly bitter against Jack, and insulted our hero upon every possible occasion.
"If I was the doctor I'd blow your head off, and get that money for myself," he said once.
"What do you know about that money?" demanded Jack.
At this the guerrilla closed one eye suggestively.