Which way should he go now?
This was a question which he could not answer satisfactorily.
There was, doubtless, another picket-post not far off, and if, in going through the woods, he should stumble upon it, he would be shot down before he had a chance for flight.

Should he attempt to pass the sentinel by strategy?
This seemed to be the most feasible plan, for he would have a much better chance to escape in running by one man, than risking the shots of half a dozen.

Besides, he had no weapon whatever, and he resolved to secure the picket's gun, if possible; so, waiting until his back was turned, he came out of his place of concealment, and approached him.
"Who comes there ?" shouted the picket.
"A friend," answered Frank.
"Advance, friend, and give the countersign." "Never mind the countersign," answered Frank; "I haven't got it.

Have you seen any thing of an escaped Yankee prisoner out here ?" "No," answered the rebel, lowering his gun, which he had held at a charge bayonet.

"He didn't come around here.