"Nat Skinner."
"He's badly hurt, but I reckon he'll come out all right in the end. Now let's look at this pile of carrion," and he turned to where the dead and wounded of the enemy were lying.
"Lord! gentlemen," he exclaimed, "you did mighty well for the time you were at it. How many were there against you?"
"Twelve."
"Twelve? And seven of them are here—four dead, and the rest badly wounded. Who's this one?"
"A Jew," said Rouse.
"A Jew, eh?"
"Yes," explained Old Spicer, "a noted rascal, Jake Klinkhammer by name."
"Oho! he's saved your state a trial. Do you know any of the rest?"
"Not one. The two greatest villains have got away."