might like to talk to you for a few minutes."

"Where is the captain?" demanded the man.

"That's nothing to you," said Harold. "You do as you're told. You walk on
ahead of me and don't try any funny business; I'll be right behind you
and my gun is loaded."

"Which way?" the prisoner asked.

"That way," directed Harold, indicating the High Ridge end of the bridge
with the point of his bayonet. "As long as you live in High Ridge I'll
see you part way home," he added drily.

"Yes, sir," exclaimed the man, it seemed almost joyously. He set out
immediately, Harold following close at his heels.

"You two better go home," Harold called to Bob and Hugh as he walked off
down the track.

"All right," called Bob, and then he turned to his friend. "We'll take
our time," he announced.

"Sure," agreed Hugh. "Who do you think that man was?"

"I don't know, but he did act sort of queer I thought. Probably Harold
was wise to arrest him."

"What'll they do with him?"