he Unionists in general and those outside in particular. But the tall
Kentuckian cut him short.

"I'll give you exactly two minutes in which to make up your mind," he
went on.

"Go to thunder!" growled Gossley.

"I'll go and light that torch," answered Life, and retreated.

At the end of exactly one minute and a half Gossley called to him.

"Say there!"

"Have you made up your mind to come down?"

"If I give myself up, what will you do with me?"

"Turn you over to the commander at headquarters."

"As an ordinary prisoner of war?"

"No, as a rebel spy."

"Then I won't come down," howled Gossley, and continued to say
uncomplimentary things.

But when Life really advanced with a lighted torch, his courage failed
him, and just as some loose hay was lighted, he called out that he would
give in and threw down his pistols. In another moment he came down
himself and submitted to having his hands bound behind him. Then Artie
took possession of the map placed in the bootleg.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"Turn it over to General Mitchell, who will probably take the case to
General Rosecrans."

"You can't prove anything against me," blustered the Confederate.

"Never mind, we can try pretty hard," said Life Knox, dryly.

"Have you done anything up to the house?"

"You will learn in time, I reckon," concluded Life, and hurried off
toward the brook.

Here it was ascertained that the traitorous lieutenant had paid for his
treachery with his life. The horse had dragged him over the rough stony
bottom of the brook until the man's head was fairly crushed in by hoofs
and stones. The negroes Joe and Sam were set to work digging a grave
close to the brook, and the remains were soon after buried in
this,--where they still lie, unnamed, and well-nigh forgotten.

It was now getting late, and all felt they must be on the way. Yet every
man was hungry, and it was decided that a meal should first be had at
Colonel's Bradner's expense. The negro cook, who had been hiding about
the kitchen, was brought to light, and made to promise to get ready the
best spread the plantation could provide, and it must be acknowledged
that she kept her word.

As Captain Fordick was not willing to escort a woman prisoner back to
camp, a detail was left at the mansion, taking both the lady of the
house and her husband into custody. Every weapon about the place was
confiscated, and the colored people were placed under strict
surve