"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 he regards as his own property.