“Are you unhurt?” asked Fred anxiously.
“Yes, and overjoyed to see you. How came you here?”
“We followed the nigger from Oreville.”
What happened afterwards Rodney did not need to inquire, for the two outstretched figures, stiffening in death, revealed it to him.
“They are the Dixon brothers, are they not?” asked Fred, turning to Caesar.
“Yes, massa.”
“Then we are entitled to a thousand dollars each for their capture. I have never before shed blood, but I don’t regret ending the career of these scoundrels.”
Half an hour later the two outlaws were dead and Rodney and his friends were on their way back to Oreville.