e can make an effort. I will never forgive myself if I don't do
something for him."

"Why should you care?" asked Bob listlessly. "He is not your brother."

"No, Bob, he isn't. But he is one of our officers, and I intend to help
him get away. It would be an awful thing for him to die by the hand of
his father."

"What are you going to do?" asked Bob looking at her with a gleam of
interest.

"I don't know. I have been thinking all day and I don't know," said
Jeanne. "But we must do something. I did not think that your father could
be so cruel."

"He is doing his duty," said Bob with pale lips. "Poor dad! Jeanne, you
think him hard-hearted, but I know that this will kill him. Poor, poor
dad!"

"Then if he cares why does he condemn his son to death?" asked Jeanne in
surprise.

"Because he came here as a spy, and dad could not overlook that fact
even if he is his son. Dad must regard Frank as a Federal, Jeanne. He is
bound to as a Confederate officer."

"But you are not bound. Surely you are not going to let your brother die
without trying to save him?"

"Dad will never forgive me," said Bob weakly. "And yet I can't let Frank
die."

"Of course not," answered Jeanne. "Now, Bob, let's think hard. Maybe
between us we can get some plan."

But the time passed, and darkness found them still with no plan matured.

"We will save our rations," said Bob as their supper was handed in to
them. "Frank ought to have them to take with him if he succeeds in
escaping. If he doesn't we won't care to eat."

So they carefully put up the food into a small package, and again fell
to discussing ways and means for the escape of Lieutenant Peyton.

"Bob," exclaimed Jeanne presently, "do you know that I have not heard the
guard patrol our tent for a long time?"

Bob listened intently, and then sprang to her feet.

"It's true," she exclaimed excitedly. "I wonder what the reason is?"

They ran to the door of the tent and peered out cautiously. There seemed
to be a commotion of some kind in camp. Men were hurrying to and fro;
bayonets rattled, and the subdued murmur of many voices plainly told that
an unusual movement was on foot. The girls looked on breathlessly and
presently they heard the order given for the men to fall in line. Then
"Forward, March!" came the command and the ranks filed out of the camp
on the double quick, the Colonel at their head.

"Something's up," said Bob with conviction. "Let's go down to where the
pri