"He's in there," gasped Betty. "I've sent Amy for help. If we can hold on--just a few minutes----" The man was hurling himself against the door with all the force of desperation, but the girls had not spent most of their life in the open for nothing. They held on gallantly, though in their hearts they knew that if help were very long in coming, there could be but one answer. They were three against one, it is true, but then they were girls and he was a man, and a desperate man. "Oh, why does it take her so long?" Grace cried after one particularly vigorous lunge which it had taken all their combined strength to withstand. "I don't think we can keep this up much longer----" "Hush," gasped Betty, "I thought I heard voices." "Oh, I hope you did!" They listened breathlessly for a moment--then the wonderful truth dawned. Help was coming, and coming swiftly! There was no sound, save the regular thud-thud of running feet, but the most beautiful music in the world would have had no charms in comparison with that rhythmic sound. Their prisoner must have heard it too, for he redoubled his efforts to escape and they had to turn all of their attention to the holding of the door. "If they should come too late!" gasped Mollie. "Don't talk," hissed Betty, through clenched teeth. "We've got to hold him." And they did! A moment later several guards, headed by a man not in uniform, came in sight around the corner of the building and as Will afterward expressed it "the game was all over but the shouting." For it was Will who headed the relief party and took charge of the capture. And so excited were the girls, that they forgot even to wonder until it was all over. Adolph Hensler was not easy to handle, even after he found himself looking into the muzzles of two loaded revolvers. Even then he tried to escape and the guard was forced to shoot a couple of bullets over his head before he was scared into submission. The girls walked home behind captive and captors, too breathless and excited even to think. They had not gone far before they met Amy coming toward them, trembling all over from fatigue and excitement. "They got him, didn't they?" she asked, linking her arm through Betty's and biting her lip to keep it steady. "I was so afraid they would be too late." "So were we," said Grace, examining a big black and blue bruise on her arm. "We could have held out just about a minute longer." "How did you do it, Amy?" cried Mollie. "Did you have to go all the way back to camp to find help?" "No, I met it coming," she answered. They stared at her incredulously. "I was about half way to camp," she explained, "when I saw Will and the three soldiers coming toward me. When I had managed to gasp out what I'd come for they didn't say a word--just put on full speed and ran." "Mighty lucky for us they did," said Mollie, but Betty interrupted eagerly.