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§2 THE HUSSAR CAPTAIN. equal to their own ; but, judging that they expected him te speak, he said, boldly, turning upon Glen Tarleton with well assumed indignation and anger: “What treachery is this, sir?” : “ Silence !” and the pistol in Glen’s hand was leveled upon the Hermit, as he continued: “Do you notheed my words? _ Were, men, advance and iron these men! After which gag each one so he i not cry out, and confine them in the star- | board stateroom.” | With a look of strange wonderment upon his face, Colonel Vancourt had stood gazing around him, a silent spectator of the remarkable scene ; but.as the dragoons and Hermit were marched away, he turned suddenly and grasped the hand of his friend, whom he had instantly recognized, in spite of the position and disguise in which he found him. “ No words now, colonel, for we have to act, as there are others that will soon be aboard. Here, take a seat on yonder divan and watch proceedings,” said Glen, hurriedly, as he turned and ascended to the deck. In a few minutes the cutter came alongside with the sec- ond boat-load of the sergeant and the remaining half-dozen troopers, and meeting them at the gangway, Glen Turleton said, abruptly : “ Sergeant, the prisoner and your men are below. Go into the cabin with your men, and remain there with them until we get under weigh, for | want no land-lubbers on my deck.” “ All right,your honor; men, follow me,” said the sergeant, politely touching his hat, ‘and the next moment they had all descended into the cabin, whither Glen Tarleton had closely followed them, the doors closing as before, behind his back, “Turn on the lights!” and in obedience, the English ser-- geant and his men bebeld the same strange scene that had so startled their comrades, while, stepping forward, Glen re. marked : : “ You see you are ina trap, men, so quietly submit, or Pl use means to make you.” The dragoons looked around them, and the sergeant, a true and brave soldier, cried suddenly, as he sprung upon the young officer : “ Never !” - ceomichbooks.conm .