“You Yankee dog!” he said; “Stand up when your betters stand!”

Boyd reddened to his temples.

“Murderer!” he said. “Does a gentleman stand in the presence of the Cherry Valley butcher?” And he seated himself again on his log.

Butler’s visage became deathly, and for a full minute he stood there in silence. Suddenly he turned, nodded to Hiokatoo, pointed at Boyd, then at Parker. Both prisoners rose as a yell of ferocious joy split the air from the Senecas. Then, wheeling on Boyd:

“Will you answer my questions?”

“No!”

“Do you refuse to answer the military questions put to you by an officer?”