"What is the meaning of this outrage? What do you want with us?" "Young man," returned the leader in a strong determined voice, "there is no personal harm designed either to you, or to the lady. If you remain silent and quiet you may reckon on good treatment; but if you resist----" He did not complete the sentence, but touched his pistol significantly. "I see no help for it, Peggy," said Clifford grimly. "We shall have to go with them; though for what purpose I know not. Aside from our horses we have naught of value----" "Peace," cried the leader harshly. "We can't stand here all day. Forward, march!" And with this the party started on a brisk walk. Two men walked in front of the cousins; two on each side, and the others brought up the rear, two of them leading the horses. The glen at this point became fuller of trees, and the road overgrown by a tangle of underbrush. Presently it dwindled until it became a narrow foot-path, disappearing in the distance in a mass of brushwood. It would have been impossible to pass over the path mounted, and the reason for leaving the saddle was now apparent. There were still short stretches which gave evidence that the road had been a well used thoroughfare at some former time, but now abandoned. This was, in truth, what had occurred, as it had been the road to the copper mines. Notwithstanding the fact that they were afoot and were using precautions their persons more than once came into contact, rudely enough, with the projecting stumps and branches which overhung the pathway. At length the party emerged from the glen, and turned off into a road which seemed narrower, and more overgrown with underbrush than the one just left. After a distance of perhaps a half mile they came into a cleared space of considerable extent. In the center of this space stood a large frame building whose courtyard, stables, and other appurtenances proclaimed it an inn. It might have been a prosperous and well patronized hostelry at one time, but at present it bore every appearance of neglect and decay. Neither Peggy nor Clifford had been beyond the glen, and neither had heard of this tavern, so they looked at it now with much curiosity, for it seemed to be the objective point of their captors. As they entered the courtyard a boy came forward, and took charge of the two horses without speaking. It was as though he had been watching for their coming. On the piazza an elderly woman, evidently the hostess, bustled at once to Peggy's side with the obvious intention of taking her in charge. Clifford drew Peggy's arm within his own in a determined manner. "My cousin stays with me," he said. "She goes not out of my sight." "What nonsense!" ejaculated the leader angrily. "Did I not say that no harm was intended either of you? The girl will be all right." "I think so too, my cousin," said Peggy after a glance at the landlady's face. She was not ill looking, and the maiden was no longer afraid.