"Good enough," said Blackstaffe. "But we mustn't let him know
that Hyde has escaped."

Paul, also bound hand and foot, was lying on an old wolfskin.
He, too, was pale and thin-the strict confinement had told upon
him heavily-but Paul's spirit could never be daunted. He looked
at the two renegades with hatred and contempt.

"Well, you're in a fine fix," said Wyatt sneeringly. "We just
came in to tell you that we took Henry Ware last night."

Paul looked him straight and long in the eye, and he knew that
the renegade was lying.

"I know better," he said.

"Then we will get him," said Wyatt, abandoning the lie, "and all
of you will die at the stake."

"You, will not get him," said Paul defiantly, "and as for the
rest of us dying at the stake, that's to be seen. I know this:
Timmendiquas considers us of value, to be traded or exchanged,
and he's too smart a man to destroy what be regards as his own
property. Besides, we may escape. I don't want to boast,
Braxton Wyatt, but you know that we're hard to hold."

Then Paul managed to turn over with his face to the wall, as if
he were through with them. They went out, and Braxton Wyatt said
sulkily: