"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!"