"I wish," she exclaimed breathlessly--"I wish," she repeated, "the Reds
would take you prisoner!"
"Take me where?" asked Lathrop.
"Take you anywhere!" cried Miss Farrar. "You should be ashamed to talk
to me when you should be looking for the enemy!"
"I am _waiting_ for the enemy," explained Lathrop. "It's the same
thing."
Miss Farrar smiled vindictively. Her eyes shone.
"You need not wait long," she said.
There was a crash of a falling stone wall, and of parting bushes, but
not in time to give Lathrop warning. As though from the branches of the
trees opposite two soldiers fell into the road; around his hat each wore
the red band of the invader; each pointed his rifle at Lathrop.
"Hands up!" shouted one. "You're my prisoner!" cried the other.
Mechanically Lathrop raised his hands, but his eyes turned to Miss
Farrar.
"Did you know?" he asked.
"I have been watching them," she said, "creeping up on you for the last
ten minutes."
Lathrop turned to the two soldiers, and made an effort to smile.
"That was very clever," he said, "but I have twenty men up the road,
and behind them a regiment.
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