“Leave these Yankees to me,” continued De Banyan. “I will have them ten miles from here within two hours.”
“Good!” murmured several of the guerillas.
“The greenback train has been delayed, and we shall have time to bring up Sweetzer yet. I want two men to go with me. I will take Tippy and Somers.”
“What do you want of them?” demanded Lynchman.
“Somers shall go to Raybold’s for our fellows there, and Tippy shall return to inform you when to come forward. If you should be seen, it would spoil the whole thing.”
The guerilla chief consented to this plan; and De Banyan, followed by Somers and Tippy, rode off at full gallop. The major did not seem to be conscious that he had very cleverly performed the part he had assumed in the drama. He looked just as determined as though he intended to carry out the programme assigned to him by Lynchman.
“What are you going to do, major?” asked Somers, when they had ridden about half a mile.
“The infernal cutthroats!” exclaimed he, savagely. “I’m going to capture the whole crowd.”
“But you have no force.”
“I’ll have one. Tippy!” said he, with energy.