hurried to the barn at the rear of the house.

"You are not a patriot," said Bob, following. "We do not call ourselves
rebels."

Then Bob imitated the crowing of a cock, and in a moment Dick came out
and hurried forward. Hughson turned at the sound, saw Dick almost upon
him, and whipped out a pistol. In an instant, however, Bob was upon him
with a pistol at his head and his other hand on the spy's wrist.

Then Hughson suddenly found himself covered by a pistol in Dick's hand,
the young captain saying:

"Take his weapon, Bob, and see if he has any others. Mr. Hughson, you
are wanted in the city. Do you prefer going there dead or would you
rather go alive?"

The man blanched, for he knew that he was in desperate straits and that
his chances of escape were slight. He made a sudden dash, wrenching his
hand free and attempted to fire at Dick, but Bob, by a quick thrusting
out of his left foot, sent him upon his face on the grass. A man and a
boy came running from the barn, and two housemaids appeared at the rear
door shortly, followed by the landlord. Dick and Bob sprang forward and
seized the man as he arose, holding him firmly.

"What is the trouble, Captain?" asked, the landlord, recognizing Dick,
whom he had met before.

"We have caught a British spy, Boniface. He is a troublesome fellow and
has already made his escape once."

"Bless my heart! A British spy, say you? Why, he told me he was a drover
going into the city to get orders for cattle."

"And he told me he was a rebel," laughed Bob, "thus arousing my
suspicions at once. We are not rebels and we do not recognize any."

"We call you rebels!" snarled the spy.

"But we do not," echoed Dick, "and if you were a better observer and
consequently a better spy, you would have known it."

The others now came up and regarded the man with decided curiosity.

"The fellow had a horse, didn't he, Boniface?" asked Dick.

"Yes, he had, and a very good one."

"Will you have it brought out? We will lose no time in going back to the
city."

"Yes, I will have it brought at once. Jenkins, get the drover's horse
immediately."

"You will let me finish my pipe and pot, won't you?" asked the spy. "You
took me rather by surprise."

"If you are not long over them," answered Dick.

Bob meanwhile, had deftly searched the man for concealed weapons and had
taken them all away, so that Hughson might not cheat them by killing
himself. He drank a pot of homebrew and puffed a