What'll they do to me now, I wonder ?" By way of precaution Hazelton cautiously shifted to another hiding place.

Within fifteen minutes he saw the same prowler stealing back into camp.

When the fellow was near enough, Harry let fly a stone that dropped near the rascal's toes.
"Hey, you stop that, or I'll make you wish you had!" roared the fellow, shaking his fist.
Harry's answer was to drive two more stones in, sending them close to the fellow, yet without hitting him.
Again the man shouted at him, though he did not attempt to come any nearer to so expert a thrower of stones.
Then, suddenly, just behind him, Harry Hazelton heard a sound.
In the next instant two men hurled themselves upon the young engineer, pinning him to the ground.
"I ought to have suspected this!" grunted Harry inwardly, as he fought back with all his strength.

He might have succeeded in slipping away from the two men who sought to pin him down, but the third man, still aching from contact with Harry's missiles, now darted into the scrimmage, striking several hard blows.

Harry was presently conquered and tied.
"Take the cub to his own camp!" sounded the exultant voice of Dolph Gage.