So it was arranged, and soon they gained the cabin, which was deserted, the owner having joined the soldiers a year before, and his wife and children being with some relatives in the town. It was easy to get into the cabin, and once inside they started to make themselves as comfortable as possible. But they had not been in the place over half an hour when voices outside filled them with fresh alarm. CHAPTER XXX. BROUGHT TO BAY. "Somebody is coming!" whispered Jack excitedly. "I wonder if it is the guerrillas?" "If da come, de jig am up!" groaned Old Ben. "Let us hide upstairs," returned our hero. "Quick!" There was no time to say more, and all three ran for the ladder leading to the loft of the cabin, which was but a story and a half high. Jack was the first up, and the negroes quickly followed, and then all lay low on the flooring, hardly daring to breathe. In a moment more two men entered the cabin, shaking the water from their rubber cloaks as they did so. The two men were Dr. Mackey and St. John Ruthven. "What a beastly night!" exclaimed St. John with a shiver. "When I left home to meet you I never expected such a storm as this. If I had, I shouldn't have come." "I didn't look for such a rain myself," returned Dr. Mackey, throwing off his cloak. "Anybody around?" "Don't seem to be, although there are muddy footprints on the floor." The two gazed around, but Jack and his companions were wise enough to keep out of sight, and apparently satisfied that the cabin was deserted, Dr. Mackey flung himself on a bench and St. John did likewise. "You said you wished to see me on important business," observed the spendthrift. "I do," was the reply. "I wish to help both you and myself." "In what way." "In several ways, Mr. Ruthven. In the first place, you are aware that I claim Jack as my son." "I know that." "I am very anxious to establish my claim to the boy." "I don't see how I can help you, Dr. Mackey, although I am glad enough to have you claim Jack." "You ought to help me, for it will be helping yourself as well. Your aunt thinks a great deal of Jack. If he is allowed to remain at the plantation she may take it into her head to leave him half of her property." "I know that, too." "The property ought to go to that girl and to you. With Jack out of the way you will be pretty certain of your share." "But I don't understand your game, Dr. Mackey. Why do you want Jack, if he doesn't care for you?" "I love the boy, in spite of his actions. Besides, he must come with me in order that I may establish our joint right to a fortune which awaits us." "Well, what do you want me to do?" questioned St. John, after a pause, during which Jack waited with bated breath for what might follow. "Jack was picked up from a shipwreck nearly eleven years ago. He and his mother were taken to your aunt's home, and it was from this home that Jack's mother, my wife, was buried." "Well?"