"All present or accounted for," answered the red-headed boy, sitting up and rubbing the dirt from his eyes. Neither of them could see very clearly as yet.
"Well, we are a pair of luck——"
A heavy hand was laid on the shoulder of each.
"Wha—wha—what!" exclaimed Dan, turning sharply.
A file of soldiers confronted them.
"We—we fell down, didn't we?" said Hickey, with a sheepish grin.
A red-coated soldier with a corporal's stripe on his sleeve motioned to his men. They took firm grip on the arms of the Battleship Boys.
"What does this mean?" demanded Dan.
"You are under arrest."
"Arrest?"