"What are we to do?" demanded the older of the deserters. "Are you—"
"You can take care of yourselves," answered the young captain, and rushing over to the trap-door he let himself through, closing the trap after him. Then came a plunge into the water, but the stream here was less than four feet deep, and he followed Major Morris and the wounded man to the bank without difficulty. A loud shouting came from overhead, followed by a storm of words from both rebels and deserters, and also from the Spanish woman. Fortunately for the woman, among the rebels was a nephew, who at once came to her aid, and had the two deserters from the American army made prisoners.
"We had better put a little distance between ourselves and that mill," suggested Major Morris, as all three shook the water from their lower garments.
"How is it? are you badly wounded?" asked Ben, turning to their newly made companion.
"Oh, I can go ahead," said the soldier. "It's rather painful, though."
"We'll take care of it for you at the first chance we get," added Ben; and then the three set off at
