Frank laid aside his rifle and stepped from behind his tree. He walked directly toward the messenger, who lowered the makeshift flag and stood waiting. "What is it that you want?" Frank asked in German, when he had come within speaking distance. "We want you to surrender," replied the man in excellent English. "And if we don't?" continued Frank, in his native tongue. "Then you'll be committing suicide," answered the other promptly. "I'm not so sure of that," replied Frank. "I suppose you'd have said that before you made your last rush. But as you see, we're not dead yet." "That was different," replied the messenger. "You can see now that we have double the number we had before and more than double the guns. You can't possibly hold out against us." "Maybe not," replied Frank, "but at any rate we're going to try. If you want us, you'll have to come and take us, and even then you'll only get our dead bodies, for we won't be taken alive." He spoke with a decision that seemed to disconcert the man who stood for a moment irresolute. "Is that your last word?" he asked. "I have only one word," replied Frank. "You heard me. Go back and tell your comrades to come on as soon as they like. They'll find us ready for them. But I warn you now as I warned you before that our Government will get you--every last one of you. You may kill us, but you'll swing for it." He turned to go back to his friends, but the messenger still stood there. "Well," said Frank, turning around, "why don't you go? Got anything more to say?" "Only this," returned the messenger. "My comrades will not insist on your surrender. But we must have the prisoners. If you give them up, you may go where you will." "So you had that little joker in reserve, did you?" asked Frank grimly. "Well, my answer is just the same. We've got those prisoners, and we're going to keep them. We started to take them into camp, and we're going to take them there. If you get them at all, you'll get them after we're dead." There was no mistaking the determination in his tones, and there was a look of unwilling admiration in the eyes of the messenger as he turned to depart. "You are foolish," he said, "but you have had your chance. You and your companions are doomed." "That may be," replied Frank, "but if we are, we'll take a lot of you along with us." They separated and returned to their respective camps. "Get ready now, boys, for the fight of your lives," Frank admonished his comrades, after he had told them of what had passed between him and the flag bearer. "Let them come," said Bart. "We're good for a lot of them if our bullets hold out." "And when they're gone, we've got our bayonets," put in Tom. "And our knives may do some damage," added Billy, as his hand rested on the haft of his. With every faculty alert and their eyes fixed upon their enemies, the Army Boys waited for the expected rush.