"Keep on firing, men," called Captain Cortland. "Hold on! We give in, Cap." "Cease firing, men," called the commander of B Company. "Now you fellows jump up and show yourselves with your hands reaching for the sky." Three rough-looking figures clambered up on rocks, holding their empty hands as high as they could get them. One of them had his neck bound, and there was blood on his clothing. This was the first man whom Hal had wounded back of Captain Ruggles's quarters at the beginning of the fray. "Stand just that way until we reach you," ordered the army officer. "Close in on them, men, and fire if you see one of them reach for a weapon." But the trio plainly had no further intentions in the way of fighting. They waited, sullen-faced and silent, until the soldiers had reached them and had taken away their weapons. "You have handcuffs, Sergeant?" inquired the captain. Hupner and Corporal Cotter both produced the steel bracelets. The three rogues were swiftly handcuffed. "You'll find our boss over yonder," nodded one of the men. "He's bad hit, too." They found the fellow, nearly unconscious, but groaning, his right shoulder badly shattered by the bullet from Captain Cortland's revolver. "Sergeant," directed B Company's commander, "send a messenger back to the post for hospital men and an ambulance. You can report that two of our own men have been hit." The leader of the scoundrels was lifted and carried back where the two men of B Company lay. Captain Cortland directed such aid as could be given on the spot to all of the wounded men. "Shall I call in the men I posted, sir?" inquired Hupner. "Not yet, Sergeant. There may be others of this gang hidden somewhere among the rocks. But you may take three men and search for others." Within ten minutes the search had been made thoroughly. No more of the evil band had been found. "We'll go back just as soon as the ambulance arrives and the wounded have been taken care of," announced Captain Cortland. Hal, at that moment, had his eye on one of the prisoners. He saw a gleam of satisfaction show in the fellow's eyes. "May I speak, sir?" asked Private Overton, saluting Captain Cortland. "Yes," nodded the officer. "May some of us remain behind them, sir, to search all this ground over?" "For what, Overton?" "It doesn't seem likely, sir, that these scoundrels have been living in the open air. And they must have some place for concealing their booty." "Quite right, Overton. Corporal Cotter, take Overton, Terry and two other men and make a thorough search of the rocks and ground hereabouts." Hal turned swiftly to the man in whose eyes he had seen that gleam of satisfaction the moment before. Now the fellow was scowling. "That was a hit," Hal murmured to himself. "The rascals have some hiding place around here."