"But you?"
"Oh! I stay here," answered Young Glory, carelessly. "You see, the men in pursuit of you will come up very soon, and I must be here to receive them."
"Begorra, it's murther!"
"I think not."
"Young Glory, it's throwin' your life away ye'll be; they'll know you at once."
"We shall see."
"But where shall I hide?" cried Dan.
"Rush to the woods and stay there."
"They will search the woods."
"Not after they've heard my story. I'll put them off the trail. Quick! Get away!"