"How many of you were to go?"

"Two--me an' another feller."

"Well, now, the colonel won't find you when he wants you. What will he
do?"

"Oh, he'll send some body else. The mail must go, an' it makes no odds
who takes it, so long as he don't get ketched."

"That's all I want to know," said Frank. Then, going to the top of the
bank, he called out:

"Tom, come up here!"

The coxswain soon made his appearance, and Frank said:

"Now, Stiles, you're a prisoner."

"Dog gone ef I keer," he replied, "so long as I get plenty of grub an'
tobaker."

The rebel was marched down the bank, and Frank again bent his steps
toward the house, intending to find his cousin, and, with his
assistance, to capture the mail. When he arrived at the tree where he
had left Archie, the latter was not to be seen. This, however, did not
give him any uneasiness, for Archie, he thought, had doubtless gone back
to the cutter. Frank had already made up his mind to go back after him,
when he saw a man walk up to the cabin in which he had first discovered