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 growHng, 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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