“There is but one guard,” whispered Bob in delight. “See, Jeanne! Frank lies the closest to the fire. He is bound too, hand and foot.”
“I see,” whispered Jeanne. “Let’s get closer, Bob.”
Cautiously they approached nearer to the men. Presently Jeanne uttered an exclamation and stopped stock still.
“What is it?” asked Bob quickly. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“Bob,” whispered Jeanne in great agitation, “do you see that young fellow just beyond Frank? The one with the yellow hair, I mean.”
“Yes, Jeanne. Why?”
“That is my brother Dick. They shan’t have Dick, Bob. Not if I had to face the whole Confederate army myself.”
“Jeanne, is it truly Dick? Aren’t you mistaken? Maybe it’s only some one who looks like him.”
“It’s Dick,” said Jeanne positively. “Watch him. He will know my voice.” Regardless of caution she began singing softly the then popular melody:
“‘Will you come with me, my Phillis dear,