"Take that woman away," said Branch, pointing toward Alibamo. Then he added, as she was being led away, "You shall see your captain to-morrow. And I will show you an amusing sight. You know _it is Friday_, hangman's day." Then turning to Hayward, he added: "Now will I bend your proud heart. I will show you a pretty sight, presently, _and to-morrow, at three o'clock, we will have a grand review in the fair ground_! Come, follow me." Hayward turned to speak with Nettleton, who had been standing beside him but a moment before, but he had disappeared. "Why do you delay?" asked Branch. "Because it pleases me to do so," replied Hayward. "Bring a set of chains. Put them on his ankles!" The order was obeyed. "Drag him along!" "I will follow you, sir," replied Hayward. He soon reached the main hall of the building, and, as Hayward followed his captor, the chains clanked heavily upon the floor, and echoed dimly throughout the building. "You shall behold a friend now, and you will think better of my generosity!" said Branch, as he threw open a side-door. Hayward entered. A wild scream rang through the room, and a lovely female sprang forward, into the arms of Hayward. "_My brother! O my brother!_" were the only words spoken, and she became unconscious. "Mamie--Mamie--Great God! why are you here? Mamie--sister, look up--speak to me--speak, or I shall die--Mamie--O God! she is dead--dead!" And Hayward sank to the floor, still holding his sister to his heart, and burst into tears. "Ah! ha! ha! ha! Humbled at last!" cried Branch, as he left the room. CHAPTER XI. _The War Scout--The Discovery._ Softly--softly as the creeping panther.--_De Soto._ We left Fall-leaf, Margrave, and Johnson, as they were following the party who had recaptured Hayward and Alibamo. As they descended the mountain, the rear of the rebel army were in sight. At night-fall it halted, and upon the broad prairie, near an oak grove, the camp was soon formed. "Can you distinguish the rebel general's headquarters?" asked Margrave. "I was trying to do so," replied Johnson, and his eyes wandered from point to point. "Do you remember the style of his tent?" "Perfectly. It is of the pattern known as the _wall-tent_, but of large size. And near it should be about a dozen others of the same description. There it is!" "Those in the centre--near the grove?" "Yes--don't you see the rebel ensign waving over it?" "Very distinctly now. But I do not believe Alibamo, or the captain, will be placed near headquarters. They are the prisoners of that fellow, Branch." "What shall we do, Johnson?" asked Margrave. "We must enter their lines to-night, and ascertain where our friends are, and listen to the conversation of the officers, and, if possible, learn what is to be their fate," replied Johnson.