“That’s the party we are after,” was the quick reply, from a captain who was commanding the Americans. “Boys, are you ready to round them up?”
“We sure are!” was the ready response.
“Can you show us just where those fellows are?” questioned the captain of Dave.
“I can! They were after me just a minute ago. They must be lying low in yonder brushwood. If you had a few hand-grenades you could get every one of them.”
“We’d rather surround them and take them as prisoners,” returned the captain. “I think I’ve got just the men here to do it.”
He had about thirty-five men with him, all of whom had volunteered for the night expedition. He quickly explained what was wanted, and then the men spread out, one party going to the right and the other to the left of where the Germans had last been seen.
“Can’t I go along, Captain?” questioned Dave eagerly. “I had one prisoner a few minutes ago, but those fellows stole him away from me.”
“Of course you can go if you want to, Lieutenant,” was the captain’s reply. “I reckon you are spoiling for a fight just as we are,” he continued. He was a Southern military man and well known for his daring.
The Americans advanced quickly but with caution, and before they knew it the Germans found themselves cut off in the rear. They put up a short and stiff fight, in which one of their men was killed and three were wounded, and then they surrendered.
In this contest Dave distinguished himself by bringing down one of the enemy and also in recapturing the German who had a little while before gotten away from him.