h, containing the three
men, heavily ironed and escorted by a strong guard of county constables
and plantation negroes, all well armed, and under the command of the
Sheriff and Herbert Greyson.

"Ha, ha, ha! They must dread an attempt on our part of rescue, or they
never would think of putting such a formidable guard over three wounded
and handcuffed men!" laughed Black Donald to himself.

"Courage, my boys," he muttered. "Your chief will free you from prison
or share your captivity! I wish I could trumpet that into your ears at
this moment, but prudence, 'the better part of valor,' forbids! For the
same words that would encourage you would warn your captors into greater
vigilance." And so saying Black Donald let the procession pass, and then
made tracks for his retreat.

It was broad daylight when he reached the Old Inn. The robbers, worn out
with waiting and watching for the captain and his men with the fair
prize, had thrown themselves down upon the kitchen floor, and now lay in
every sort of awkward attitude, stretched out or doubled up in heavy
sleep. The old beldame had disappeared--doubtless she had long since
sought her night lair.

Taking a poker from the corner of the fireplace, Black Donald went
around among the sleeping robbers and stirred them up, with vigorous
punches in the ribs and cries of:

"Wake up!--dolts! brutes! blockheads! Wake up! You rest on a volcano
about to break out! You sleep over a mine about to be exploded! Wake
up!--sluggards that you are! Your town is taken! Your castle is stormed!
The enemy is at your throats with drawn swords! Ah, brutes, will you
wake, then, or shall I have to lay it on harder?"

"What the demon?"

"How now?"

"What's this?" were some of the ejaculations of the men as they slowly
and sulkily roused themselves from their heavy slumber.

"The house is on fire! The ship's sinking! The cars have run off the
track! The boiler's burst, and the devil's to pay!" cried Black Donald,
accompanying his words with vigorous punches of the poker into the ribs
of the recumbent men.

"What the foul fiend ails you, captain? Have you got the girl and drunk
too much liquor on your wedding night?" asked one of the men.

"No, Mac, I have not got the girl! On the contrary, the girl, blame her,
has got three of my best men in custody! In one word, Hal, Dick and
Steve are safely lodged in the county jail!"

"What?"

"Perdition!"

"My eye!"

"Here's a go!" were the simult