“It depends upon how many of them there are,” answered Ben. “Sorrel, supposing you skirt the clearing and try to count noses.”
The Tennesseean was willing, and started off, taking Gilbert with him. He was gone probably ten minutes.
“Not more than ten at the most,” he reported. “And of that number two are wounded and have their arms in slings.”
“Any other prisoners besides Major Morris?”
“Not that we could see,” came from Gilbert. “We could rush them easily enough if it wasn’t for the major,” he added.
“We don’t want any harm to befall Major Morris,” said Ben, thoughtfully. “If we— The rebels have discovered us, look out!”
Ben had scarcely finished when a report rang out and a bullet whizzed over their heads. One of the soldiers outside of the cane-house had seen two of the Americans and had fired upon them.
The discharge of the firearm caused Major Morris to turn around, and as he did so Ben waved his cap at his commander, and was recognized. Then two of the insurgents hurried the major out of sight.
The Americans were not slow to return the fire; and, although nobody was struck, the insurgents lost no time in disappearing from view. A lull followed, as both sides tried to determine what was best to be done next.