“Bless my soul,” gasped Indian in horror. “I—I’m going home this very day!”
“I’ll go home myself,” vowed Mark, “if I don’t succeed in stopping this sort of business. I honestly think I’d report it to the authorities, only Bull knows I’ve been out of bounds and he’d tell. As it is, I’m going to settle him some other way, and a way he’ll remember, too.”
“When?” cried the others.
“This very night.”
“And how?”
“The cave!” responded Mark; and it was evident from the way the others jumped at the word that the suggestion took their fancy.
And in half a minute more the Seven had sworn by all the solemn oaths the classic Parson could invent that they would haze Bull Harris and his cronies in “the cave” that night.
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE CAPTURE OF MARK.
The afternoon of that momentous day passed without incident. Mark noticed Bull Harris glowering at him as he passed his tent, but beyond that the “subduing” programme got no further. The Banded Seven kept near to camp, so as to prevent it.