bers to take you all prisoners. We only want a couple of young fellows you have here."
"We've a right to all the help we have!" growled the leader of the campers: "We've got the papers to show it, too!"
"I don't doubt but what you've got papers—forged ones, though," replied Mr. Hammond sternly. "We won't dispute that. But you haven't any papers for my man, Tom Osborne."
"Tom Osborne—your man—was he the one that"
The leader began thus, but he did not finish. He saw the damaging admission he was about to make.
"Yes, Tom Osborne!" exclaimed Mr. Hammond. "I say Tom, where are you?" he called, loudly.
"Here, Mr. Hammond!" was a shout from a distant shack. "Are the young ladies all right?"
"Yes, they're here to help rescue you. Tumble over there, some of you," directed Mr. Hammond to his men, "and let Tom out. Break in the door!"
"I say now!" began the leader of the campers, "that won't do"
"That's enough from you," warned Mr. Hammond sternly. "Smash in that door, men!"
A little later Tom Osborne, rather forlorn and
