He followed the course of the stream, which ran from the spring down the mountain, keeping a bright lookout for enemies all the while, and stopping now and then to listen for sounds of pursuit, when suddenly, as he came around the base of a rock, he found himself on the brink of the gorge, and confronted by a figure in buckskin, who stood leaning on a long, double-barrel shot-gun.

Archie started back in dismay, and so did the boy in buckskin, who turned pale, and gazed at the fugitive as if he were hardly prepared to believe that he was a human being.

He speedily recovered himself, however, and after he had let down the hammer of his gun, which he had cocked when the ragged apparition first came in sight, he dropped the butt of the weapon to the ground, exclaiming: "Archie Winters!" "Benedict Arnold!" For a moment the two boys stood looking at each other without moving or speaking.

Archie was wondering if it were possible for him to effect the capture of the traitor, and Arthur, while he gazed in astonishment at the fugitive's tattered garments and bloody face, was chuckling to himself, and enjoying beforehand the punishment he had resolved to inflict upon Archie.

The opportunity he had wished for so long had arrived at last.
"I have found you, have I ?" said Arthur, resting his elbows on the muzzle of his gun, and looking at Archie with a triumphant smile.
"Well, suppose you have; what do you propose to do about it ?" "It is my intention to teach you to respect a gentleman the next time you meet one." [Illustration] "How are you going to do it ?" "In the first place, by giving you a good beating." "Humph!" said Archie, contemptuously, looking at Arthur from head to foot, as if he were taking his exact measure.