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"Captain Woodbine wants both you and Sergeant Fronklyn as guides; for both of you have become acquainted with this locality," replied the major, as he proceeded to give orders for the conduct of the surrender. The first company was moved up, and the guerillas marched in single file between the two, laying down their arms, though a couple of sergeants searched them for pistols and knives.
"It is only an order for your father to wait till we return," said the captain; and then he rode on. "Do you know your way along the river, Lieutenant?" he asked a little later. "No, sir; Fronklyn and I came down to this bend in a boat, of which the ferryman has taken possession, as I told him to do, for he had lost his own.
"None of any consequence, Fronklyn; but my head aches," answered Deck. "Where do I happen to be just now?" "Don't you remember what took place an hour ago, or more?" "I have an idea that I was in a fight; but it all came to an end very suddenly," replied Deck, raising his head, and then sitting up on the ground.
The story of the bearer of the chest had fully aroused him by this time; and he was ready for action, whether it was in a fight, or in the service of the fair maiden, though there was hardly a fibre of sentimentalism in his composition. When he reached the road, Sergeant Fronklyn had mounted his horse, and was waiting for orders from the chief scout.
The trees around the mansion, like those in the avenue, were large, and the foliage dense. Deck explained to his companions his plan, and then directed one of them to proceed by the grove to each of the sides of the house, reserving the one by the stable for himself. "What then?" inquired Fronklyn.
At the end of an hour, as Deck judged it might be, he had made about one-third of the distance to the water, and halted to recover his breath. At this pause in the descent Fronklyn came up with him. Both of them were out of breath, and neither of them spoke, though they were out of hearing of the enemy. "This is a hard road to travel," said Deck, when he was more nearly in possession of his wind.
When I can get at my knapsack I will put a plaster on it." "But you have not told me where we are, Fronklyn, and I cannot tell for the life of me," continued the lieutenant, looking around him again. "Don't you remember that we were in the enemy's fortification when the fight went on?" "I remember that. We had been crowded into the enemy's intrenchments by the crazy mob.
"I can see it now plainly enough; but I had not noticed it before." "I saw it when I first discovered the steamboat, and I have been making for it ever since. I was afraid if I said anything that little craft would be placed out of our reach before we got to it." "I understand it all now!" exclaimed Fronklyn.
If you wish to surrender, say so; and do it quick!" "We have nothing more to say," returned the spokesman. For an hour longer the situation remained the same. But it required only Fronklyn at the main staircase, and Warren at the rear one, to keep the seven ruffians where they were.
"It is a small platoon, and perhaps it is a part of the enemy Lieutenant Belthorpe engaged at Breedings. The men look as though they were running away from a force behind them." "How many of them are there, Fronklyn?" asked Deck hurriedly. "Not more than thirty, if as many as that," answered the sergeant. "Life!" called the lieutenant. "Select ten men, and guard the prisoners," he added.
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