CHAPTER XV.
ON GUARD.
“You will restore to me my papers, I hope?” remarked the man.
“If you mean the naturalization papers that stamp you as one Hans Larsen, formerly of Sweden,” replied Frank, “I am going to put them in your inside pocket. But they will be taken by the officials, and I doubt if you ever see them again. They must know they are either stolen, bought, or forged, and that you only carry them to give trouble in case you are arrested.”
He was as good as his word, for he had taken the papers to show the Major in case any proof were desired after his story had been told.
Then came the file of British soldiers, direct from Major Nixon. They brought a note from the officer to Frank and his chums, desiring that the prisoner be turned over, and also stating that the word he had given Frank would be religiously kept.
The spy walked away in the midst of his guards, who had orders not to let him communicate with anyone on the way. In order to make more positive of this, they had a covered wagon close by, in which he was to be conveyed to the jail.
“I’m glad we’re free from him,” said Billy, after they had watched the party leaving the stockade.
“You don’t think there would be any attempt made at trying to rescue him while they’re on the way?”
“Sugar and sandwiches, but I should hope not!” exclaimed Pudge.