But, in the first place, I am going into that house to get something to eat." "I hope to thunder that you will be gobbled up," said the lieutenant, angrily.
"Easy, easy!" exclaimed Frank; "you are talking treason when you wish evil to befall one of Uncle Sam's boys; and I am not one to stand by and listen to it; so keep a civil tongue in your head, or I shall be obliged to put a stopper on your jaw.

As I said before," he continued, "I am going into that house to get some supper; and, as I wish you to remain here until I come back, I shall take the liberty to tie your hands and feet.

That's the way you serve your prisoners, I believe." As Frank spoke, he cut the bridle from the horse with his Bowie-knife, and securely bound the rebel--who submitted to the operation with a very bad grace--and laid him away, as he would a log of wood, behind one of the cabins.
"Now, you barbarian," he continued, as he shouldered his rifle, and thrust the revolver and Bowie-knife into his belt, "you are in the power of one who has very little love for a man who is guilty of the cruelty of hunting a fellow-being with blood-hounds; so, if you expect to live to see daylight, don't make any noise." With this piece of advice, Frank left his captive, and started for the house.
He walked up the steps that led to the portico, which ran entirely around the house, and boldly knocked at the door.

The summons was answered by a fine-looking, elderly lady, who, as soon as she saw the Confederate uniform, exclaimed: "Good evening, sir; walk in." Frank followed the lady through the hall, into a large room, whose only inmates were three young ladies, who rose and bowed as he came in.

He was very much relieved to find that there were no men in the house.
"Take a chair, sir," said the elderly lady.