Frank, as may be supposed, was not very well pleased with this information, and he cast uneasy glances toward the door, expecting to see the officer enter.

But his fears were soon set at rest by the return of the young lady from the kitchen, with a large traveling bag, filled with provisions.
When Frank inquired what was to pay, he was informed that any one who would think of charging a soldier for provisions ought to be tarred and feathered and sent into the Yankee lines.

This was good news to Frank, for, if there had been any thing to pay, he would not have known how to act, as money was a thing he had not seen for many a day.
So, after thanking the ladies for their kindness, and bidding them good-night, he picked up his provisions and started out.
"Now, you man that hunts Union soldiers with blood-hounds," he exclaimed, as he walked up to his captive, and untied the strap with which his feet were bound, "get up, and lead me to the place where you left your prisoners;" and Frank seized the rebel by the collar, and helped him rather roughly to his feet.
The rebel made no reply, but led the way down the road which ran through the plantation.

Frank followed close behind him, carrying his rifle and provisions in one hand, and his revolver in the other.

At length they came to the fence at the end of the field, and, as he was helping his prisoner over, a voice from the woods called out: "Who goes there ?" "Is that your man ?" inquired Frank, in a whisper, turning to his prisoner.
"Yes," answered the rebel, gruffly.
"Then keep your mouth shut, and let me talk to him," commanded Frank.
Raising his voice, he answered to the hail, "Friend!" "Is that you, Lieutenant Somers ?" inquired the voice.
"Yes," answered Frank.