"It may be a trap," he said cautiously. "I don't think so," replied Frank. "Look at the girl. She's no actress. I think she's telling the truth." "But even if they were drugged, they may have recovered from the effects by this time," pondered the corporal. Then he made up his mind. "We'll take a chance," he decided. "Ask the girl how far the house is from here." "About a mile," the girl answered to Frank's query. "And there is one other thing," she added. "They have a prisoner with them. He is young and he has a uniform like yours, only it is torn and soiled. They threw him on the floor in a room upstairs. He was tied with ropes." "What does he look like?" asked Frank. "Tell me as well as you can." She described the prisoner amid the growing excitement of the Army Boys. "Tom, for a thousand dollars!" cried Frank. "It must be!" echoed Bart. "Sure as guns!" chimed in Billy. "Do you know him, then?" asked the girl, who had been looking at them wonderingly. "Oh, then hurry! For they are going to hang him. They put a rope over the tree near the well and said they would hang him when they got through eating and drinking." Hang Tom! If there had been any hesitation before, there was none now. The chums would have run every step of the way if the corporal had not restrained them. As it was they covered the mile in double-quick time. As they came to where the farm bordered on the woods and caught sight of the house, their eyes turned with dread toward the well. An exclamation of heartfelt relief broke from them. The rope was there as the girl had said, but no hideous burden dangled from it. No one was in sight, and a death-like silence brooded over the place. They waited in the shelter of the trees. Perhaps the enemy had recovered and was waiting for them with a force three times their own. Five minutes passed. Then the corporal gave an order. "Fix bayonets! We're going to rush the house." There was a sharp click. "Charge!" With a cheer they rushed across the brief space that separated them from the house and up to the open door. The corporal looked in. "Put up your guns, boys," he said quietly. "We've got them." The others crowded after him into the long low-ceiled room. The enemy had been delivered into their hands. There, sprawled over the floor in all sorts of ungainly attitudes among the smashed furniture, were the invaders in various stages of stupor. Some of them opened their eyes at the sudden interruption and stared hard at the newcomers. The lieutenant himself sat at the table on which his head had fallen forward. But the Army Boys did not tarry long. A word of permission from the corporal and they bounded up the narrow stairs and burst into the room where the girl had said Tom had been left. The room was empty! They searched and called frantically. "Tom! Tom! Where are you? Come out! It's friends, Frank, Billy, Bart!"