more, including Indians, and they were sound asleep.

"We've got them this time, all right," Dane again whispered. "Here is
your gun; you may need it. We must now wait for Davidson to make the
next move."

It was a beautiful spot which the rebels had chosen for their place of
meeting. The lake was not large, but it lay like a gem amidst its
setting of great dark pines. The shore where the plotters were lying
was sandy, and from all appearance they had spent much of the night in
a wild carousal. They were huddled in various grotesque shapes, and
several were snoring loudly.

In about fifteen minutes a sound, scarcely audible, was heard near
Dane's side, and glancing around, he saw Davidson creeping toward him.

"The trap is all set," the leader whispered as he came close. "It only
waits to be sprung."

"Are the men all arranged?" Dane asked.

"They are in fine order, and all in line, only a few feet from one
another. The Loyalists caught on in no time. I am surprised that the
rebels are all asleep. It's a wonder they didn't place some one on
guard."

"I believe they did. Look," and Dane motioned to a huddled form
somewhat apart from the others. "There is the guard, but the rum must
have affected him like it did the rest. Anyway, they were not
suspicious, and had no idea that their plot was known."