Duval had disappeared, but, as I stood there looking about for him to say good-bye, a young country fellow came up hurriedly from out the darkness.
"You're wanted down thar," he said, with the jerk of a thumb over his shoulder.

"The Tory officer wants to see ye." "What officer?
Captain Grant ?" "I reckon that's the one," indifferently; "anyhow I was told to fetch ye down thar.

Bannister sent me." I went as he directed down the rutty road, my newly appropriated horse trailing along behind.

The prisoners were in an open space near the bank of the stream, where a fire had been built.

They were mostly lying down, the guard forming an outside circle.