"Lieutenant, have your men disarm the prisoners." There was no resistance, and the militiamen herded them against the bank, encircled by a heavy guard.

Duval singled out the officers from among the others, and brought them forward to where I stood.

There were but three--Grant and two Hessians.

I looked at them keenly, recalling the slight figure of the young lieutenant with the boy's voice.

Could the lad have been shot, or what had become of him?
"Are you three all that are left ?" I questioned bluntly.