"She is safe," cried Bob, reading his glance aright. "I will answer for her with my life. Go! Go! Don't look yet, Johnson. One minute more in pity!" "No;" and Johnson wheeled round. "Your brother is gone, but not another prisoner goes. I am not beholden to any Federal." He swung his gun to his shoulder just as Dick darted away. With a scream of terror Jeanne threw herself upon him while Bob caught hold of the musket. "It's my brother," shrieked Jeanne. "You must not, you shall not shoot!" "Well, I'll be switched," growled Johnson in disgusted tones. "Does the whole Federal army happen to be related to you two girls? This is a pretty affair! But that Yank doesn't get away if the Colonel's son does." Shaking himself free from their clinging hands he fired two shots in the direction that Dick Vance had taken. As other men came running up they gave chase to the fugitives. "They dare not follow far," comforted Bob, as Jeanne gave vent to a flood of tears. "They won't dare to leave the camp long." "Come then," and Jeanne dashed away her tears as an idea flashed into her mind. "Let's call them back." She took Bob's hand and ran with her to another part of the camp. CHAPTER XXII DICK TO THE FORE Jeanne uttered an exclamation of joy as she stumbled upon a musket that for some reason had been thrown aside. "This is the very thing," she cried. "What are you going to do?" asked Bob. "I am going to make the guards think that we are attacked," answered Jeanne, swinging the gun to her shoulder as she had seen the men do. Before the other could stop her she had pulled the trigger. There was a flash followed by a loud report, and with a groan Jeanne fell prone upon the earth. "Jeanne," shrieked Bob, falling beside her. "Jeanne, are you hurt? Oh, she's shot! She's shot!" "Miss Bob! Miss Bob, where are you?" shouted the voices of the soldiers, and a number of those who had been left to guard the camp ran hither and thither in confusion. "To arms!" came the hoarse command of an officer. "We are attacked." "Here! Oh, come here!" called Bob as Jeanne lay groaning upon the ground. "Captain Dallas, come here!" In a few moments the soldiers were about them. Captain Dallas raised the fallen girl carefully. "Where are you hurt?" he asked gently. "Which way did the shot come?" "It was the gun," moaned Jeanne, feebly finding herself able to talk. "It went off at the wrong end." "Well, by George," cried the Captain bursting into a laugh, "we're nicely fooled, boys. The girl isn't shot. She fired the gun herself. The musket kicked. That's all. Now you girls go to bed," he ordered sternly, "and let's have no more nonsense." "But Dick," said Jeanne, getting upon her feet. "You haven't caught Dick, have you?"