“She is safe,” cried Bob, reading his glance aright. “I will answer for her with my life. Go! Go! Don’t look yet, Johnson. One minute more in pity!”
“No;” and Johnson wheeled round. “Your brother is gone, but not another prisoner goes. I am not beholden to any Federal.” He swung his gun to his shoulder just as Dick darted away.
With a scream of terror Jeanne threw herself upon him while Bob caught hold of the musket.
“It’s my brother,” shrieked Jeanne. “You must not, you shall not shoot!”
“Well, I’ll be switched,” growled Johnson in disgusted tones. “Does the whole Federal army happen to be related to you two girls? This is a pretty affair! But that Yank doesn’t get away if the Colonel’s son does.”
Shaking himself free from their clinging hands he fired two shots in the direction that Dick Vance had taken. As other men came running up they gave chase to the fugitives.
“They dare not follow far,” comforted Bob, as Jeanne gave vent to a flood of tears. “They won’t dare to leave the camp long.”
“Come then,” and Jeanne dashed away her tears as an idea flashed into her mind. “Let’s call them back.”
She took Bob’s hand and ran with her to another part of the camp.