The advice was good, and captains and men scattered to points where the Confederate could not get a chance at him. "Now, if you'll let me take the lead I'll bring him down in short order," said the captain of the seventh company of the Riverlawns. "All right, do as you please," answered the Michigan captain, and Artie nodded in approval. Advancing on foot to a tree directly behind the barn, Life called out to Gossley,-- "Are you coming down, Gossley?" "Not much." "You had better give yourself up. We are about fifty to one, you know." "I won't give myself up. You'll hang me as you hung Williams and Peter. I'm going to die game." "Wouldn't you rather be hung than burnt alive?" went on Life, coolly. "What do you mean by that?" "I mean that if you won't come down and surrender, we'll burn you out." "You can't do it. The place is too wet." "Well, we'll smoke you out then, and shoot you as soon as you appear. If you want to become an ordinary prisoner, now is your chance. I won't do any talking with you after we have applied the torch." At this Gossley began to say some very uncomplimentary things concerning the Unionists in general and those outside in particular. But the tall Kentuckian cut him short. "I'll give you exactly two minutes in which to make up your mind," he went on. "Go to thunder!" growled Gossley. "I'll go and light that torch," answered Life, and retreated. At the end of exactly one minute and a half Gossley called to him. "Say there!" "Have you made up your mind to come down?" "If I give myself up, what will you do with me?" "Turn you over to the commander at headquarters." "As an ordinary prisoner of war?" "No, as a rebel spy." "Then I won't come down," howled Gossley, and continued to say uncomplimentary things. But when Life really advanced with a lighted torch, his courage failed him, and just as some loose hay was lighted, he called out that he would give in and threw down his pistols. In another moment he came down himself and submitted to having his hands bound behind him. Then Artie took possession of the map placed in the bootleg. "What are you going to do with that?" "Turn it over to General Mitchell, who will probably take the case to General Rosecrans." "You can't prove anything against me," blustered the Confederate. "Never mind, we can try pretty hard," said Life Knox, dryly. "Have you done anything up to the house?" "You will learn in time, I reckon," concluded Life, and hurried off toward the brook. Here it was ascertained that the traitorous lieutenant had paid for his treachery with his life. The horse had dragged him over the rough stony bottom of the brook until the man's head was fairly crushed in by hoofs and stones. The negroes Joe and Sam were set to work digging a grave close to the brook, and the remains were soon after buried in this,--where they still lie, unnamed, and well-nigh forgotten.