Paul rose up, inspired with a feeling of sympathy, and perhaps of comradeship, and then, to his utter amazement, he saw that the youth was Braxton Wyatt, one of the boys who had come over the mountains with the group that had settled Wareville.
Braxton Wyatt, a year or two older than Paul, had always been disliked at Wareville.

Of a sarcastic, sneering, unpleasant temperament, he habitually made enemies, and did not seem to care.

Paul disliked him heartily, but in this moment of sudden meeting he felt only sympathy and fellowship.

They were captives together, and all feeling of hostility was swept from his mind.
"Braxton!" he exclaimed.

"Have they got you, too ?" Wyatt rose up, came to Paul, and took his hand in the friendliest manner.
"Yes, Paul," he said.