It is necessary at this point that some attention should be given to the of our friends in captivity—Gravity Gimp.  
The particulars of his capture will be recalled, it being somewhat similar to that of his , inasmuch as he was upon and overwhelmed before he could make any effectual resistance, though, for a time, he kept things "moving."
 
But he was forced to at last, and was led away by those whom he had fought so bravely, and into whose hands he falling aware as he was what fate awaited him.
 
"Be keerful," he called out, limping heavily, "I've got a game leg, and I want yer to play light on it."
 
Whether they understood his words or not is a small matter; but the American Indian is accustomed to the language of gesture, and when the African limped forward, as though unable to bear half the weight on one limb, they could not mistake what it meant.
 
The gun of the captive was taken from him, and, as he was such a pedestrian just then, his hands were not bound behind him, as was the case with the prisoners afterwards taken.
 
Ordinarily, the rough usage given his captors during the struggle would have resulted in serious injury to some of them; but the Iroquois were too , , and on their feet to fare ill, and they gathered about him, with something to , when he was conducted farther into the mountain, where they had a large camp-fire burning.
 
"I s'pose eberybody makes mistakes," muttered Gravity, moving slowly along; "leastways I'm purty sartin I made a wery big one, when I got too cur'us to know what dese willains was up to."
 
No was offered him on the walk to the fire, which was burning a couple of hundred yards away, but he felt that nothing like mercy was to be expected from his captors.
 
The negro had proven his coolness and courage in more than one instance that day, and Maggie Brainerd asked herself whether the loyal fellow really knew what fear is.
 
But when Gimp reached the camp-fire, and saw Jake Golcher with other Indians grouped around him, his heart gave a of terror.
 
He knew that too well to make any mistake concerning him. It was Gimp who, but a few hours before, had visited the worst kind of physical indignity on the Tory, who now the chance to repay him.
 
Jake was sitting on a fallen tree, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, and his chin in his hands, looking into the glowing embers, and only half listening to the guttural conversation going on among the Indians about him.
 
He had spent so much time with the Seneca branch of the Iroquois, that he understood their tongue quite well. But, as he slowly at his short clay pipe, his thoughts were far away.
 
Most likely he was recalling the incidents of the day, that were a source of mixed pleasure and pain to him.
 
"The of the rebels was complete," he muttered, his face up with passion. "It'll be a good many years............