This over, we set out, and to my surprise, he proposed to walk.

We had gone about a mile and a-half, and were approaching a wood through which the road passed with a bend.

I fixed upon that as the spot where I would either free myself from this man, or die in his arms.

I had resolved upon a plan of operation--it was this: to stop short, face about, and commence action; and neither ask or give quarters, until I was free or dead! We had got within six rods of the spot, when a gentleman turned the corner, meeting us on horseback.

He came up, and entered into conversation with my captor, both of them speaking in Dutch, so that I knew not what they said.