"If you mean the fellow that left with the Colonel's son, no," answered the Captain. "We can't spare the men to give chase, but there will be a reckoning for somebody when Colonel Peyton gets back. Now go to bed. You'll let us keep the rest of our prisoners, I reckon," he added with sarcasm. "Oh, yes," said Bob, laughing a little hysterically. "It was just our brothers that we were after." "Better go to the surgeon and get something for that shoulder," called the Captain as they started off. "It's liable to be pretty lame for a few days." Bob profited by his advice and sought the surgeon who gave her some liniment to rub on it, but the morning found it still so lame that Jeanne retained her bed. On the morning of the third day the Colonel and his men returned, worn and jaded looking. There were no prisoners, and from the spiritless condition of the soldiers it looked as though they had been on a fruitless enterprise. "And if that is the case," remarked Bob to Jeanne, "dad will be in an awful humor, and we'll catch it." It was afternoon before Colonel Peyton sought their presence. Bob's face blanched as her father entered the tent, but Jeanne, strong in the belief that Dick was safe, faced him boldly. "I want to hear the whole of this affair," said Colonel Peyton quietly ignoring his daughter's greeting. "Barbara, tell me just what happened." Briefly Bob related the facts of the night's occurrence. Her father listened attentively. "And you threw up to Johnson the benefits conferred upon him," he said as Bob finished her narrative. "I would not have believed it of you, Barbara. Johnson has been court-martialed and sentenced to the guard house for one month. The officers were merciful because that unhappy boy was my son. But I cannot risk a second offense of this nature. Hereafter, you will occupy quarters next to my own. I did not dream that my daughter would so far forget what was due to herself as to aid in the escape of the enemies of her country. I cannot but think it owing to the companionship of the past few weeks. That you may not be influenced further I forbid you to have any further communication with this girl. As for you," turning to Jeanne and speaking sternly, "as I have passed my word to you that you shall be sent to the Federal lines it shall be done. We leave for Jackson to-morrow. At the first opportunity I will send you to your people. Meantime, may I ask that you refrain from any intercourse whatever with my daughter? It is the smallest return that you can make, in view of your conduct of the last few days." "I have no desire to do other than you wish, Colonel Peyton," said Jeanne proudly. "I am not sorry for anything I have done. Were it to do over, I would not hesitate for a moment to do anything I could to restore either my brother or your son to liberty. I am very sorry if my conduct has not pleased you. I should think that you would be glad to be saved from being the slayer of your son."