"Only in my nerves," replied the planter, as he started for his mansion.
At this moment Knox and his three men dashed upon the scene, to the great astonishment of Captain Titus.
"Well, Deck, is the business finished?" asked the sergeant, as he reined up his steed. "We had to go about two miles to get here, and that is what made it so late."
Deck reported what had happened so far. The man who had dropped so heavily on the ground was not killed; but he was bleeding from a wound in the side of the head, and the ball had only stunned him. The other man, with a bullet through his arm, was worse off.
"This man who is in command of the company is my uncle, Captain Titus," said Deck in a low voice to the sergeant.
"What! Major Lyon's brother?" exclaimed Life. "I have heard all about him, and he is a pesky troublesome fellow."
"I don't want anything more to do with him, Life, and I wish you would dispose of him," added Deck.
"Do you want me to kill him? I can't do that; for"—
"Nothing of the sort!" interposed the nephew warmly. "Of course I don't want you to do anything of the sort."