The door of the shanty opened presently, and the two squatters stood there.

“Yer tuh kim out, kids; McGee wants yuh!” said one of the pair of brawny shingle-makers beckoning with his finger.

Phil was eagerly scanning their faces. He wanted to know whether his theory of the actual conditions existing in the squatter village might be founded on facts. And from what he saw he believed that it was even so.

Both men looked anything but hostile, as they faced the prisoners. Indeed, unless Phil was very much mistaken, he could detect even a gleam of friendliness in the countenance of the fellow who had spoken.

“McGee’s wife has spread the story among the women,” he thought; “and it has taken with them like wildfire. In turn they have talked with their men about the wonderful things that would happen, if they chose to change their ways of living, and accepted my father’s offer to get steady jobs, and land of their very own. But unless he falls in with the scheme, it’s all wasted. They just don’t dare call their souls their own down here. And a mutiny is the last thing they’d ever think of starting. Still, when a woman makes up her mind, sometimes she’ll find a way to do things.”

In this fashion then he tried to bolster up his slipping courage, as he fell in behind the two men, and marched out of the shanty prison. Larry trotted along in the rear; for Phil purposely refrained from slipping his arm in that of his chum; wishing to make it appear that Larry at least was innocent of wrongdoing, and should not be made to suffer.

Had the other boy dreamed that this was his reason for preceding him he would never have allowed it; but so many things were knocking at Larry’s brain door he just could not grasp the situation fully, and believed that Phil might have for the minute forgotten all about him.

There was a hush as the two boys came into view. Every eye seemed to be turned toward them; and Phil felt positive that the entire population of Swamptown must be congregated there in the center of the place men, women and children, down to the babes in arms.

A motley crowd they seemed; and yet not a hostile one, he believed, as he swept a hungry glance around an anxious look, born of extremity.

The men in the main looked rather hangdog, as though ashamed of the part they must play in the affair, because of their domination by the savage McGee giant. As for the slatternly women, Phil really believed he could see lines of worry on many faces; as if they feared that the best chance that had ever come their way were fated to be cast aside, just through the obstinacy of one man, and he the McGee.

The younger element alone appeared to look upon the occasion as a picnic especially arranged for their benefit. They grinned, and nudged each other, and seemed ready to back the leader up in any desperate plan he might see fit to carry out.

McGee stood there, with his arms folded across his massive chest. As he drew closer to the giant Phil wondered after all whether he might not have injured his cause by thus setting the balance of the camp against the man who had been leader all these years, by virtue of his brute strength, and his commanding ways.

McGee looked at him with a black scowl on his heavy face. His wife and Tony were near by, both of them white-faced and anxious; as though fearful lest after all the man’s natural obstinacy was about to bring ruin upon their newborn hopes.

Phil stood directly in front of the big man. He tried to meet his piercing gaze frankly and steadily, yet not arouse his passion further by a display of bravado.

As for Larry, he kept as near his chum as possible, listening, and hoping for good news, yet fearing the worst. Every time his eyes were drawn toward the twin stakes, against his will as it seemed, he would shudder, and shut his teeth hard together, as though suffering dreadfully. Yet Larry was inwardly determined not to show the white feather if he could help it.

“Younker,” said McGee, in his deep voice that seemed so in keeping with his tremendous physique; “yuh admits as how yer the boy uh Doc. Lancing, don’t yuh?”

“Why, yes,” Phil replied, as pleasantly as he could, yet with firmness. “I told you right in the start that was a fact; and also why I had chosen to voyage down this river instead of choosing the Suwanee. It was to meet you, McGee; to shake hands with you; and let you see a letter my father had given to me. I told you I came in peace, and with a white flag of truce; I said my father wanted to be the friend of every man, woman and child on these lands; and was ready to enter into a contract with you all, binding himself to almost your own terms. That’s why I’m here, McGee. That’s why I made no attempt to run when you and your men came. I expected that you would treat me just as messengers are always treated in war times, when they come under the white flag of truce.”

“An’ yuh sped me tuh believe all thet?” demanded the giant.

“I hoped you would, McGee,” replied Phil. “We helped your boy Tony before we even knew that he was a McGee; and after we found it out, it made us like him all the more. My father wants you to be his friend, to enter into a new arrangement that will mean plenty of money for you all, and homes that the law can never take away from you. It means the highest wages paid in the lumber business to every man willing to work with him. He wants to develop this country, and knows he can only do it with your help. McGee, here is my father’s letter! Won’t you have it read out loud, so everybody can hear what a fine man Doctor Lancing really is?”

McGee gingerly accepted the missive Phil took from an inner pocket. His face was still as black as a thundercloud. He had heard the low murmurs of approval that sprang from the lips of some of those near by, possibly the women, who were not quite as much in fear of the lord of the squatter camp as the men. And it angered McGee to think that his authority was questioned in the least.

“Yuh knows right well, younker, as how I cain’t read!” he declared.

“Then let some one else read it out perhaps your wife?” suggested Phil, eagerly.

The giant looked toward his wife, and she even started toward him, only too anxious to accept the opportunity; but with a sneer on his face he waved her back.

“Not on yer life, Molly,” he snapped. “I knows wot yuh ben talkin’ ‘bout lately. Yuh wudn’t stop at deceivin’ yuh husband one minit. Nor yuh either, Tony. Yuh gotter eatin’ the bread uh Doc. Lancing on board thet gimcrack boat, an’ ain’t tuh be depended on.”

He looked around, and then beckoned to an old, decrepit fellow, whom Phil realized must be the “medicine man” of the colony, Daddy Mixer.

“Kim hyar, Daddy,” said McGee, with a curt nod; and the old fellow hastened to obey, only too eager to find favor in the sight of the ruler. “Take this hyar paper, an’ look her over. Tell me wot hit sez, d’ye mind, an’ on’y that, if yuh know wots good foh yuh, Daddy.”

The wizened-up specimen of an ague-shaken squatter took the letter in a hand that trembled; and his eyes eagerly passed over the same. It was fortunately done on a typewriter, so that the sentences were as clear as print; and at the end was signed the name of Doctor Gideon Lancing.

“Kin yuh read it?” demanded McGee, grimly.

“I a’ready done it,” replied the old man; who had possibly long years ago been given the chance for a schooling.

“An’ does hit state jest wot the younker sed?” went on the giant; while Phil and Larry and all within hearing hung on his words.

“It does jest that, McGee. It tells as how the writer he wants ter hold out the olive branch o’ peace to the settlers on his lands. He goes on to say as how he offers every fambly an acre, or as much more as they wants, for ther really own, the deed to the same to be delivered over to ’em without a cent o’ charge!”

A murmuring sound of approval went up from the listeners. But all eyes were glued on the figure of McGee, whom they knew full well held their destinies in the hollow of his hand.

“Thet all?” demanded the giant, grimly.

“No, not quite, McGee,” replied Daddy Mixer, hastily and pathetically. “He sez as how he wants to develop this country into a lumber region, and must have the help of the McGees. So he promises to pay wages as high as any in the State, and give full work every day in the year to every man or boy willing to enter his employ. And he winds up by saying he’s gwine to come down here right soon hisself, to meet you-all, and fix up things just to suit everybody!”

Some one started to shout. It was an unfortunate move, for instantly the black look on the heavy face of McGee grew more gloomy. He raised his hand.

“Stop thet!” he roared, furiously. “Yuh pore fools, d’ye believe all this lyin’ stuff thet Doc. Lancing has writ, jest tuh pull the wool over our eyes? It cain’t be did! He’s sure got sum slick trick up his sleeve. These younkers hes been sent down tuh find out all ’bout us; an’ the sojers’ll be along on ther heels tuh clar us out! I ain’t gwine tuh take up wid no sech trash as thet. We gotter show Doc. Lancing we don’t keer a mite foh his white flag. This hyah’s his boy. Now we gat him weuns is bound tuh send him away wid the nicest coat o’ tar an’ feathers yuh ever heard tell on. That’s my answer tuh Doc. Lancing, an’ it goes, yuh hyah, men!”

Larry uttered a loud groan; and it seemed as though others among the listeners felt as down-spirited as did the Northern lad, to judge from the sighs around.

But right then and there, in the midst of all the tense excitement, there suddenly rang out a shot; followed by a scream from the lips of Tony McGee, who was seen darting forward to where a fluttering object lay struggling on the ground.