"We're goin' t' take ye away from here an' put a guard over ye, so if ye wants t' live till ter-morrer, keep quiet." "Wait a moment!" called Hippy, as the captors turned away for further conference.

"Don't I get anything to eat out of all this ?" There was no reply to his question, and Hippy went without his supper, which fact really gave him more concern than the knowledge that he was a prisoner in the hands of desperate men, who, if their word could be believed, proposed to do desperate things to him.
All but two of the mountaineers soon left the scene, and these two took turns in sleeping and guarding their prisoner.

Along towards morning Hippy fell into an uneasy sleep, but his sleep was brief.

He was roughly yanked to his feet, and, at the point of a rifle, driven deeper into the forest.

His guards did not halt until daybreak.