"Just an old warehouse," the man answered.
"Is there any one in it?"
"No, not now," was the reply.
Dick was listening at the door, and he knew the man to be one of the rascals who had been in the house but had escaped. There was a reason, therefore, for the man not saying very much about the place.
"Why not?" the sergeant asked.
"Because the rebels arrested 'em and took all the stuff out," the man replied.
"We shall have to get a look at the place," the redcoat said, and he promptly went to the door with a dozen of his men.
The door was locked and was very strong, and the sergeant speedily came to the conclusion that there was little use in trying to force it and so gave up the attempt.
"Have you seen any rebels about here?" he asked, but the other man was gone, and those he spoke to said:
"No, there hain't been nobody here sence we come around."