Before it had died away a crash was heard in the room and a portion of one of the walls fell to the floor.
The next moment, to the amazement of the Confederates, Cavalry Curt stood in their presence.
“I cannot allow this to continue,” he said, firmly.
“Miss Morland, you have my heartfelt thanks for your interference in my behalf. But I will relieve you of all further anxiety. Captain Dermot, since it is me that you want, I will surrender upon two conditions.”
A wicked smile played upon the dark visage of the latter.
No one in the room was more surprised at the scout’s appearance than Colonel Morland.
“What are those conditions, pray, Sir Yank?” sneered Dermot.
“First, that you leave these people in peace. They are not to blame for my presence here. Second, that I shall be treated as a prisoner of war.”
“Of course we intend to do all that you have asked. So you will surrender? Men——”
“Hold! not too fast. Remember that I am not in your hands yet.”