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A S his father concealed himself. Bob had left the cham
He knew
ber.
He was in a perfect agony of mind.
that his father could not escape, and if he were found
dressed in citizen's clothes he felt that be could have but one
fate. All sorts of schemes entered his boy's head to save
him. Suddenly he thought of the small group of prisoners
he had seen pass by about dark. He would save him ! Put
ting on his hat he opened the front door and walked out.
A sentinel accosted him surlily to know where he was going.
Bob invited him in to get warm, and soon had him engaged
in conversation.
l< What do you do with your prisoners when you catch
them ? ” inquired Bob.
Lr Send some on to prison— and hang some.”
" ) mean when you first catch them.3’
“ Ohf they stay in camp. We don't treat 'em bad, with
out they be spies. There’s a batch at camp now, got in this
evening—-sort or Christmas gift.” The soldier laughed as
he stamped his feet to keep warm,
“ Where’s your camp ? ” Bob asked,
u About a mile from here, right on the road, or rather
right on the hill at the edge of the pines hyond the crick.’'
