He kept on, however, and, in a few moments, reached the shore in safety.
"Now," said George, "there is, or was about five years ago, a cabin on this island, where our negroes used to put up when they came here fishing.

Let us see if we can find it." He commenced leading the way, through the thick bushes and trees, toward the center of the island, and, after a few moments' walk, they suddenly entered a small, clear spot, where stood the cabin of which George had spoken.

But a far different scene was presented than they had expected; for a fire was burning near the cabin, and a man stood over it, superintending the cooking of his supper, and conversing in a low tone with a companion who lay stretched out on his blanket close by.

Both were dressed in the rebel uniform, and their muskets and a cavalry saber were hung up under the eaves of the cabin.

George at once hastily drew back into the bushes, while the captain threw forward his musket, and whispered: "Major, I pelieve it's petter we shoots them rebels." Before the major had time to reply, a large dog, which the fugitives had not before noticed, arose from the blanket where he had lain beside his master, and uttered a low growl, whereat the rebels seized their weapons, and were beating a precipitate retreat, when a loud "halt!" from the major brought them to a stand-still.
"We takes you all two brisoners," said the captain, as he advanced from the bushes, followed by the remainder of the fugitives, who all held their weapons in readiness.