"Because we have a Captain Manly, from the north somewhere, who looks enough like you to be a pretty near relation."
Frank trembled with interest as he inquired, "What is his given name?"
"Captain—Captain George Manly, I'm pretty sure."
"Yes, sir,"—and sorry tears came into Frank's eyes as he spoke,—"I suppose I must own he is my brother."
"Well, you've a smart chance of meeting him, I reckon,—if, as I said, your men are equal to your boys. For he's fighting against you to-day, and he's one of the pluckiest, and he won't run."
THE BOYS MEET AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE.
Frank was anxious to inquire further concerning his apostate brother; but at this moment one of Foster's aids came up, and saw the prisoner.
"Where did you find that fellow?" The story was quickly told. "Well," said the officer, "you've taken the first prisoner to-day."
He then turned to question the captive, who seemed inclined to talk freely about the position and force of the confederates.