The trio were confident of catching him, for the trail was plain, and certain signs told them that he was giving out.
“He’ll never turn traitor again if we catch ’im,” said Wolf-Cap, with determination.
“Never, Wolf-Cap,” echoed young Harmon.
Three seconds later the crack of a distant rifle fell upon the pursuers’ ears.
They did not pause; but exchanged meaning looks, and quickened their gait.
The drama that followed the surprise of the Night-Hawks’ camp was enacted over again.
Wolf-Cap and his followers at last came up with Zebulon Strong.
But the captain lay full length on the ground, with a bullet in his brain!
Sooner than he had expected, death had separated him and his captive.