Dick fretted and fumed all that afternoon, and toward dusk ventured out from his retreat and rode slowly back in the direction of the British camps, whose exact whereabouts he had to determine. At the top of a slight rise he saw in the distance the glow of the soldiers' camp-fire, and making his horse fast to a tree, some distance from the road, he proceeded carefully on foot toward the sentinel lines and the British encampment. Half way up to the camp he dropped flat on the ground and waited for the nearest outpost to come to the end of his stretch, exchange a word with his neighbor, and turn back. Then Dick crawled between the two while their backs were turned, and was safely inside the lines. But where was Fritz? And how badly was he wounded? Could he have been killed? Dick, after considerable reconnoitering, located a stout log house in front of which a sentry strolling was talking to his nearby companions around a fire. Dick was near enough to hear plainly all that was said. "The old Dutchman snores," laughed the sentinel. "Hurray," thought Dick, "that means Fritz and then he can't be very seriously wounded." Dick crept up behind the hut, which was built of stout logs, and discovered with joy that there was a small barred window. Through this he lightly threw a small stone to attract the prisoner's attention. "Get oud," yelled Fritz, who was surprised from his sleep by the missle. "Wait till I come in," said his guard, from the other side of the house. "Quit your Dutch dreams and prepare to go on to the next world, cause you're due to take that trip tomorrow, sure." "Not if I know it," thought Dick. Then when things had quieted down again, he called to Fritz softly through the window. The German boy got up from the couch on which he was lying and looked out cautiously. He almost shouted when he distinguished his friend in the semi-darkness. "Are you badly hurt, Fritz?" asked Dick anxiously. "Nein," was the answer, "dot fool saddle slipped the horse off and me and mine horse went mit it the dust into." "Good," ejaculated Dick, "I'm glad it's no worse. Now how about getting out?" "Dere iss a chimney big enough," said Fritz, "and the door is only barred on the other side, but there is a soldier there." "The chimney, then," said Dick, "for we can't get past the guard at the door. Why haven't you escaped before this?" "Vell, I fell asleep ven they put me in here, and you voke me up just now," confessed Fritz, sheepishly. "Up the chimney now, quick," ordered Dick, "and be quiet, too." Fritz disappeared, and after quite an interval Dick saw his stout comrade laboriously climbing over the top of the structure. But Dick wasn't alone in this strange sight. One of the soldiers saw him too, and, yelling out the alarm, sprang for his gun just as Fritz jumped to the ground. Dick leading, both started running through the woods.