Willy obeyed.
"Come out here, if you please," Frank called to the man. He could not keep his voice from shaking a little, but the man rose and lounged out toward them. His prompt compliance reassured them.
They stood, gripping their guns and watching him as he advanced.
"Come outside the gate!" He did as Frank said.
"What do you want?" he asked impatiently.
"You are our prisoner," said Frank, sternly, dropping down his gun with the muzzle toward the captive, and giving a glance at Willy to see that he was supported.
"Your what? What do you mean?"
"We arrest you as a deserter."
How proud Willy was of Frank!
"Go 'way from here; I ain't no deserter. I'm a-huntin' for deserters, myself," the man replied, laughing.