"All right. I only wanted to be sure that the condition wouldn't bind me."
"Well," cried the voice, impatiently, "do you agree?"
"I agree," replied Christie, "and by sunrise will have ready my final answer."
In the profound and grateful quiet that followed the cessation of firing, most of the exhausted garrison flung themselves down where they stood, and were instantly buried in slumber. Donald and Christie sought food, and while they ate discussed the situation.
"You have splendidly defended your post, Christie, but you have come to the end of your resources," said the former. "You could not hold out for another day, even if what that fellow said about the mine should prove false."
"No, I suppose not," replied the young commander, sadly. "My poor lads are nearly used up."
"Then you will surrender?"
"I suppose so."
"In that case, they will probably spare your lives, at least until they get you to the Indian villages near Detroit."
"They may do so."