"What are these?" he inquired.
"The one in the brown envelope is my appointment, and the others are orders to take my company and act as scouts."
The latter were just what Frank wanted.
"Now," said Frank, going up to the horse, which had stood patiently by, "I have one more favor to ask of you, you mean, sneaking rebel, and then I am done with you. I want you to show me where you left your prisoners. But, in the first place, I am going into that house to get something to eat."
"I hope to thunder that you will be gobbled up," said the lieutenant, angrily.
"Easy, easy!" exclaimed Frank; "you are talking treason when you wish evil to befall one of Uncle Sam"s boys; and I am not one to stand by and listen to it; so keep a civil tongue in your head, or I shall be obliged to put a stopper on your jaw. As I said before," he continued, "I am going into that house to get some supper; and, as I wish you to remain here until I come back, I shall take the liberty to tie your hands and feet. That"s the way you serve your prisoners, I believe."
As Frank spoke, he cut the bridle from the horse with his Bowie-knife, and securely bound the rebel-who submitted to the operation with a very bad grace-and laid him away, as he would a log of wood, behind one of the cabins.
"Now, you barbarian," he continued, as he shouldered his rifle, and thrust the revolver and Bowie-knife into his belt, "you are in the power of one who has very little love for a man who is guilty of the cruelty of hunting a fellow-being with blood-hounds; so, if you expect to live to see daylight, don"t make any noise." With this piece of advice, Frank left his captive, and started for the house.
He walked up the steps that led to the portico, which ran entirely around the house, and boldly knocked at the door. The summons was answered by a fine-looking, elderly lady, who, as soon as she saw the Confederate uniform, exclaimed:
"Good evening, sir; walk in."
Frank followed the lady through the hall, into a large room, whose only inmates were three young ladies, who rose and bowed as he came in. He was very much relieved to find that there were no men in the house.
"Take a chair, sir," said the elderly lady. "Is there any thing we can do for you?"
"Yes, ma"am," answered Frank. "I am out on a scout with some of my men, and my provisions have given out. I have taken the liberty to come here and see if I could not purchase some from you."
"We are glad to see you," said one of the young ladies. "I will have some food put up for you immediately; and you shall have a nice, warm supper before you go."
"I am under obligations to you, madam," answered Frank; "but, really, I can not wait, for I am on the trail of some escaped Yankee prisoners; and, besides, I always make it a point never to fare better than the men I command."
"I should like to have you stay," said the elderly lady, whom Frank set down as the mother of the girls; "but you know your duty better than we do. I wish all of our officers were as careful of their men, and as devoted to the cause, as you are. But what regiment do you belong to?"
"The Seventeenth Georgia," answered Frank.
"Did you catch any of the Yankees you are after?"
"No, ma"am, not yet. But we shall have them before to-morrow night."
"Oh, I hope so! I suppose you will hang them to the nearest tree, as fast as you catch them?"
"No, ma"am, I can"t do that. They will be prisoners, you know, and must be treated as such."
"Then bring them here, and I will hang them for you," exclaimed the lady, excitedly. "I think our government is entirely too lenient with the rascals."
During the conversation that followed, Frank gained some very valuable information concerning the plans the rebels had on foot for the capture of the runaways. He also learned that the lady"s husband was an officer of high rank in the rebel army, and that she was expecting him home every moment. Frank, as may be supposed, was not very well pleased with this information, and he cast uneasy glances toward the door, expecting to see the officer enter. But his fears were soon set at rest by the return of the young lady from the kitchen, with a large traveling bag, filled with provisions.
When Frank inquired what was to pay, he was informed that any one who would think of charging a soldier for provisions ought to be tarred and feathered and sent into the Yankee lines. This was good news to Frank, for, if there had been any thing to pay, he would not have known how to act, as money was a thing he had not seen for many a day. So, after thanking the ladies for their kindness, and bidding them good-night, he picked up his provisions and started out.
"Now, you man that hunts Union soldiers with blood-hounds," he exclaimed, as he walked up to his captive, and untied the strap with which his feet were bound, "get up, and lead me to the place where you left your prisoners;" and Frank seized the rebel by the collar, and helped him rather roughly to his feet.
The rebel made no reply, but led the way down the road which ran through the plantation. Frank followed close behind him, carrying his rifle and provisions in one hand, and his revolver in the other. At length they came to the fence at the end of the field, and, as he was helping his prisoner over, a voice from the woods called out:
"Who goes there?"
"Is that your man?" inquired Frank, in a whisper, turning to his prisoner.
"Yes," answered the rebel, gruffly.
"Then keep your mouth shut, and let me talk to him," commanded Frank.
Raising his voice, he answered to the hail, "Friend!"
"Is that you, Lieutenant Somers?" inquired the voice.
"Yes," answered Frank. "Come here; I"ve got a supply of provisions, and another prisoner."
"Another Yank, eh!" said the man; and Frank heard him coming through the woods toward him.
"Well, we"ve one less to catch, then. Where is he? Let"s have a squint at him."
"Never mind the prisoner," exclaimed Frank, "but come and take these provisions; they"re heavy."
The rebel, who could not discover that any thing was wrong, reached out his hand, and took the traveling-bag from Frank, when the latter suddenly seized him by the collar, and exclaimed, as he pressed the muzzle of his revolver against his head:
"You"re my prisoner!"
For an instant the rebel appeared utterly dumfounded; then, suddenly recovering himself, he struck up Frank"s arm, and, with a quick movement, tore himself away from his grasp, and drew his Bowie-knife.
"Kill him, Jake! kill him!" shouted the lieutenant, who, of course, was unable to a.s.sist his man, as his hands were securely bound behind his back.
But Frank was too quick for him, for, before the rebel could make a thrust with his knife, the sharp report of the revolver echoed through the woods, and the man sank to the ground like a log.
"Now," exclaimed Frank, turning to his prisoner, "I"ve a good notion to shoot you, also. But I will try you once more; and I tell you now, once for all, don"t open your head again to-night, unless you are spoken to. Now, show me where you left your prisoners."
"Here we are!" exclaimed a voice from the bushes.
Frank soon found them, and, when he had cut the ropes with which they were bound, and set them at liberty, they each seized his hands, and wrung them in silent grat.i.tude.
"Thank heaven, we"re free men once more!" exclaimed one of the poor fellows. "But where is that lieutenant that captured us?"
"He"s my prisoner," answered Frank.
"Here you are, you thunderin", low-lived secesh!" exclaimed the man, who had not yet spoken, as he walked up to the rebel, and laid his hand on his shoulder. "I"ve a mind to stop your wind for you, you mean"-
"Easy, easy, boys," exclaimed Frank; "he"s a prisoner, you know, and we"ve no right to put him in misery simply because he"s in our power."
"Why, the varmint hunted us yesterday with blood-hounds," exclaimed one of the soldiers.
"He served me the same way to-day," answered Frank; "but, still, we have no right to abuse him. But I have two more friends around here somewhere;" and Frank put his hand to his mouth, and gave two low whistles. It was answered immediately, and a voice, which Frank recognized as the captain"s, inquired:
"Ish dat you, you gun-boat feller?"