CHAPTER IV.

CAPTAIN HARRY ANDERSON.


When Hal returned to consciousness he lay upon the hard ground and
Chester was bending over him. Shifting his position slightly the lad saw
what was left of his troop standing idly about. At the same moment he
felt a hand grasp his and heard a well-known voice exclaim:

"I owe my life to you, Hal. It seems that you bob up wherever you are
needed most."

Hal turned and gazed at the speaker. He was Captain Harry Anderson, of
His British Majesty's Royal Dragoons, whom the lad had last seen in the
hands of the Germans. Then the fight, the burning barn, and his
recognition of Anderson just before he had lost consciousness, all came
back to him in a flash, and he pressed the hand that grasped his.

"Lieutenant--I mean Captain Anderson!" he exclaimed. "I thought you were
safe in the hands of the Germans."

The lad arose slowly to his feet, supported by the captain's arm. He
staggered a trifle; but, after inhaling a few breaths of the cold,
invigorating air, was soon himself again.