"Whar's de use ob jumpin'? Dem yere fellers'll soon be back, coz dey ain't agwine to cotch dat man nohow. He can run like a streak o' sunshine, and likes as not dey'll all get shot. You'd better go on and coax 'em to come back while I stay here and waits fur ye." In answer to this, Leslie heard some angry muttering and mumbling, but could distinguish no words. In a moment, however, Zeb's voice was audible. "Bless yer, you're de all-firedest fools I eber see'd. How does you s'pects I's gwine to light on toder side. Ef one of you'll take me on your back, I won't mind lettin' you try to carry me over; but I tells you I ain't agwine to try it. So you can shut up yer rat-traps." Hardly a second elapsed before he again spoke: "Hold on dar; you kickin' all my brains out! I'll try it!" The next moment Leslie heard a dull thump, and Zeb came rolling down directly beside him. "I's killed! Ebery bone is broken. I can't live anoder second." "Zeb! Zeb!" whispered Leslie, in a hurried whisper. The negro suddenly ceased his groaning and exclamations, and rolling his head over toward him, asked, in a whisper. "Who's dat?" "It's I, Zeb. Get up quick, for God's sake, before they come down, or I'm lost!" The negro clambered to his feet without difficulty, and disappeared, shouting to those above: "I isn't hurt. It war de rock dat was broke by my head striking it! How de pieces flewed!" CHAPTER IV. THE CAPTIVES. When Rosalind Leland felt herself seized by the savage, she fainted in the arms of her swarthy captor, and so remained for a long space of time. When she recovered, she found that she was a secure prisoner in the hands of her enemies. She was grieved to see that Zeb was a companion in captivity. She felt that, could she alone suffer, she would willingly bear it. Although acquainted with many Indians, she was unable to recognize any of those around. This, of course, was a gratification. It showed that the kindness of her parents and herself had not been lost upon them. Although the recipients of her kindness might not strive to prevent violence being done her, yet they refused to participate in it themselves. The whole Indian force numbered about thirty. As soon as they had done all in their power, and were convinced that there were no more captives to be secured, they took up the line of march. In the course of their journey, Rosalind found that she was near enough to hold a conversation with Zeb, and after a few minutes' silence, she ventured: "How do you feel, Zeb?" "Bless you, missus, if dese niggers doesn't get the all-firedest walloping when I gets de chance, dey may feel glad." "Yes, but I'm afraid that you will not get the chance very soon." "Oh, dey daresn't kill me; fur if dey did, I'd hang ebery one ob dem." Despite Rosalind's painful situation, she could not but smile at the earnestness of tone in which Zeb delivered himself of this. She resumed: "Are you bound, Zeb?"