Frank had thus far pursued clever tactics in drawing the fellow out. He had gained much valuable information.
He realized, however, now that the crisis was at hand.
“What if I surrender?” he said, keenly. “What are your terms?”
“Unconditional surrender.”
“That means that you will cut my throat after being taken. Well, I think it will be just as well for me to fight. So I decline to surrender.”
“Ye do, eh?”
“Yes.”
The fellow turned short about and marched back to the file of men.
His message seemed to anger them, for a mad yell went up on the air.
Then the command was heard: