“I wonder what they’ll do with us?”
“I don’t know. Hold us prisoners, I suppose.”
“Do you think they are likely to burn us at the stake?” asked Ben, an anxious note in his voice.
“I hardly think so,” was the reply. “I haven’t heard that the Cherokee Indians torture prisoners.”
“Indians are not to be trusted,” said Ben.
“Well, we’ll have to wait till morning and see what they intend doing,” said Dick. Then presently he went on: “I wonder where Tom is?”
“Possibly the Indians have got him a prisoner also, Dick.”
“Possibly, but I hope not. We must try to find out.”
They talked a while longer, and then lay down on the skins of wild animals that constituted their beds, and presently went to sleep, and in spite of their dangerous situation, they slept soundly till morning.
Food was brought them, after a while, and a couple of braves stood guard over them while they ate. Then their hands were bound again, and they were left to themselves an hour or more.