ly, for it was a race for life in reality.

They rushed into the dense wood and followed the narrow path, which was
really a deer run.

Some of the soldiers fired again, and a ball struck a tree and
ricochetted, injuring the leader of the little band of pursuers.

The accident made the men more furious, and they ran so fast that it
seemed Allen and Baker must certainly fall into their hands.

Suddenly the scene changed.

From behind every tree there leaped out a Mountain Boy, and with one
voice a shout went up:

"Surrender!"

It was no use resisting.

The Yorkers were outnumbered.

They were blown with the long run, while their enemies were fresh and
their muskets loaded.

"To whom are we to surrender?" asked the officer.

"To Col. Allen and his Green Mountain Boys," was the answer.

"On what terms?"

"The same you gave us," answered Baker.

"Yes, you are invaders of another colony, and must be treated as
marauders," added Allen.

"We are prisoners of war."

"Not any more than we were, but you bound us with cords, and you must
submit to the same treatment."

"It is an outrage."

"Very likely you think so, but you should do to others as you would
they should do to you. The example was set by you, not me."

Turning to his men, Allen ordered them to convey the prisoners to the
camp by the lake, and added:

"Shoot anyone who attempts to escape."

The order was unnecessary, for the Yorkers were too much frightened to
think of escaping.

When the camp was reached Ethan Allen gave orders for the Garvans,
father and son, to be arrested and brought to the camp.

Peleg Sunderland told how the rescue had been accomplished, but when he
gave Zeb's version of the affair Allen shook his head and told his
friends of the arch treachery of the elder Garvan, whatever his son
might say to the contrary.

Before morning Zeke Garvan and his hopeful son, Zeb, were prisoners at
the camp of the Mountain Boys.

Zeke expected to be shot, and whimpered like a child.

His son, Zeb, was brave, and showed that death had no terrors for him.

There was a sort of bulldog courage about him which won the admiration
of even his enemies. He faced the Mountain Boys with a defiance which
seemed to mean:

"What are you going to do about it?"

When Allen asked him why he had been so treacherous, he laughed as
though the question was a good joke.

"I worsted the enemy, didn't I?"

"What do you mean?"

Zeb screwed up