Ben had scarcely finished when a report rang out and a bullet whizzed over their heads. One of the soldiers outside of the cane-house had seen two of the Americans and had fired upon them.
The discharge of the firearm caused Major Morris to turn around, and as he did so Ben waved his cap at his commander, and was recognized. Then two of the insurgents hurried the major out of sight.
The Americans were not slow to return the fire; and, although nobody was struck, the insurgents lost no time in disappearing from view. A lull followed, as both sides tried to determine what was best to be done next.
"Here comes a flag of truce," said Gilbert, presently, as a rebel appeared, holding up a white rag. "If I were you, I wouldn't honor it."
"I would like to hear what they have to say," replied Ben, quietly.
"But remember how they fired on the other flag of truce," insisted the young Southerner. "You'll be running your head into a lion's mouth."
"Sorrel, keep that man covered," said Ben. "I won't move out any further than he does."
"If you go, I'll go with you," said Gilbert, promptly.
