“He was one of the most bitter opposers in this section. And you love his abolition daughter?” “I love his _daughter_, sir!” “Enough. You will return to camp this moment. I will take charge of this young lady. When I rejoin you, I shall put your loyalty and your _courage_ to the test. Do you see yonder boat?” He pointed up the river. A small boat was seen floating down the stream, in which three men were sitting erect, and the form of a fourth, lying prostrate. “How do you propose testing my loyalty, Colonel Price?” “That boat contains a Yankee officer. He is to be hung up by the neck. You shall perform the job.” “Is not that man _wounded_, Colonel Price?” “Yes, very badly so, I am informed.” “_Then I will not perform the base thing you propose._” Price drew a revolver, and pointing it to the head of Campbell, commanded him to start at once for camp. He had scarcely done so, when a powerful Indian sprung from concealment, and snatched the weapon from his hand. At the same time he seized Price, as if he had been a child, and hurled him into the water below. Without waiting to watch the result of this sudden immersion upon the chivalrous colonel, he caught the maiden in his arms, and bounded off in the direction of Springfield. As he started, he beckoned to the young man and muttered: “Come—follow—me save her!” Price floundered about in the water for a moment, and finally succeeded in reaching the shore just as the boat came up. “Come—quick—join me in the pursuit!” yelled Price. The three men leaped upon the bank, and, at the command of Price, all discharged their pieces after the retreating Indian, but without effect. Pursuit was then ordered, but Price, observing that Campbell did not follow, turned and asked: “Are _you_ not coming, sir?” “No!” was the prompt reply. Price felt for his revolver, but finding it gone, he only muttered, “Curse you,” and then commenced the pursuit. For over a mile it was kept up. The pursuers gained upon the Indian, who was considerably obstructed in his flight by the weight of the female. At last Price exclaimed: “By the eternal, there come the Yankees!” Sure enough, just appearing in view upon an elevated point a little beyond, was seen a squadron of cavalry, and a section of flying artillery rapidly advancing. “To the hill! Give the signal for our guns—to the bridge—secure the prisoner in the boat!” These commands were given by Price, as he commenced a rapid retreat toward the bridge. Pausing on the hill just before reaching it, he unfurled a small flag and made a signal. In an instant all was astir in the rebel camp, and artillery and cavalry soon came dashing down the hill. “Where is the prisoner?” yelled Price, as he came to the bridge. “Perhaps the young man you left here has taken him to camp.” “But the boat is gone! However, there is no time to be lost, now. They are upon us! Quick!”