"We have. Ahead is nothing but swamp and quicksand, and back here my command hold the defile and the entire elevation."
"You must have your company pretty well spread out," remarked Deck.
"I have more than one company with me—fully enough men to hold the spot. So you see you are entirely cut off."
"Cut off from where?"
"The outside world, so to speak," was the Confederate's impatient answer.
"If we are, that's rather bad for us, Captain," and now Deck began to smile.
"It is. The question is, are you willing to surrender?" demanded Captain Adairs.
"To whom?"
"Why, to me, of course."
"Great Cæsar, Captain, what for?"