They proved to be very wild; but, after a considerable run, Frank succeeded in bringing down one, and the steward and seaman finally killed another.

The question now was, how to get the meat on board the vessel.
While they were debating on the matter, they were startled by the clatter of horses' hoofs on the levee; and, instead of drawing back into the bushes, out of sight, they very imprudently waited to see who the horsemen were.

Presently, a party of guerrillas, to their utter amazement--for they had not dreamed that the rebels were so near them--galloped up.
The rebels discovered them at the same moment, and one of them exclaimed: "I'll be dog-gone if thar ain't a Yank;" and, not knowing how many there might be of the "Yanks," they very prudently drew up their horses.

One of them, however, who appeared to be the leader of the band, comprehended their situation at a glance, and exclaimed: "Throw down your arms, and you shall be treated like men!" This brought them to their senses, and they turned and ran for their lives.

They had scarcely made a dozen steps before the bullets and buckshot began to rattle about their ears; but the trees and bushes were so thick that they escaped unhurt.