CHAPTER VII 

 JACK TAKES A PRISONER 



TACK had been gone a couple of hours and it 

 * had become quite dark, when our dog Found, 

 by growling, pricking up his ears, and looking to- 

 ward the road, gave notice that some one was ap- 

 proaching. 



On listening closely we could hear some one 

 coming, but the tramping sounded like that of a 

 horse. We had made no light after dark, for we 

 did not intend to cook any supper and our experi- 

 ence in the Indian country had taught us to dis- 

 pense with lights when in the vicinity of an enemy. 



As soon as we were assured that the coming par- 

 ty, whoever they were, were making for our camp, 

 Tom whispered: "Get your gun an' follow me." 

 With that he took his rifle and, advancing stealthily 

 for several paces toward the approaching persons 

 whose voices we could hear he squatted down in 

 a patch of weeds on the path leading to the road 

 while I followed and did the same. We had 

 chained the dog to a wheel of the wagon lest he 

 should rush on the newcomers before we could 

 find out who they were. 



We had scarcely got settled in the position we 



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