The command was accompanied by the ominous click of a musket hammer being raised, and as Dick pulled at the bridle of Fritz's horse and attempted to wheel them both, he felt himself grasped by strong hands. Despite his efforts he was quickly pulled from his mount. Fritz was soon placed beside him, and the leader, after gruffly cautioning the boys to be quiet, gave the order to march, and the band with its prisoners in their midst moved on in the direction which the boys had been following. Evidently they had ridden into their ranks before discovering the presence of anyone else, and had fallen easy victims into their hands. It was still some time before day, and the tired boys had great difficulty in keeping up to the rapid strides of their captors. Finally, after what seemed an age to Fritz, the dark turned into a dull grey and Dick, peering at the men about him, suddenly emitted a shout that brought the men about him threateningly. "They're our men, Fritz! Hurray!" he cried. "We're all right, after all!" "Give us back our horse," grumbled Fritz, provoked at having walked when he might have ridden. "Boys, this is a mistake," explained Dick. "We're Patriots on a special mission, and we trust you'll help us make up this needless loss of time." "Fine Patriots you would make," answered one of the band. "You're a couple of Tory spies and you can't fool your Uncle Henry by any such story as that." "You're wrong," cried Dick. "You're dead wrong. Isn't there any of you here that know us? This is Fritz Schmockenberg, of Captain Morgan's company. I'm Dick Dare," he explained modestly. "Ha, ha," laughed one of the men. "So you're Dick Dare, are you? Well, let me tell you, my young friend, that Dick Dare is in Charleston, and we left him there only yesterday." "That's what everybody is supposed to think," replied Dick. "We left there secretly." "That don't go with us," said the leader, coming forward. "You fellows are from the British force which is quartered a space back along the road, and I'm afraid that under the usual rules of war, you will have to pay the penalty that is usually dealt out to spies." "For why didn't we stay vere ve vass," lamented Fritz. "Dot straw vas so comfortable." "Where were you?" questioned the Patriot captain. "In dot Redgoat hut," answered Fritz, without thinking of the effect such a statement would have. "Just what I thought," cried the Patriot, exultingly. "What have you got to say to that?" turning to Dick. "What he says is true," answered Dick. "We just escaped from the hands of the British, and thought we had run into another of their parties when you took us in charge."