"We have caught a British spy, Boniface. He is a troublesome fellow and has already made his escape once."
"Bless my heart! A British spy, say you? Why, he told me he was a drover going into the city to get orders for cattle."
"And he told me he was a rebel," laughed Bob, "thus arousing my suspicions at once. We are not rebels and we do not recognize any."
"We call you rebels!" snarled the spy.
"But we do not," echoed Dick, "and if you were a better observer and consequently a better spy, you would have known it."
The others now came up and regarded the man with decided curiosity.
"The fellow had a horse, didn't he, Boniface?" asked Dick.
"Yes, he had, and a very good one."
"Will you have it brought out? We will lose no time in going back to the city."
"Yes, I will have it brought at once. Jenkins, get the drover's horse immediately."