"There is a house just below us," returned Ben. "Or is it a mill?"
"A mill most likely. They wouldn't build an ordinary dwelling right at the water's edge."
"Perhaps the rebels are using the mill as a sort of headquarters. What do you say if we investigate?"
The major agreed, and they began to pick their way along the stream. Soon they reached a rude bridge, and were on the point of crossing, when a sharp cry rang out from the building they were approaching.
"Hullo, that's a woman's voice!" exclaimed Ben. "Somebody is in trouble."
"Help! thief! murderer!" came in Spanish. "Oh, help, for the love of kind Heaven, help!"
"It's a woman, true enough!" ejaculated, the major. "I wonder what the trouble is?"
"I'm going to find out," answered Ben. The cry for aid appealed to his heart, and he bounded toward the mill-house, for such the building proved to be, without further hesitation. Nor was Major Morris far behind him.
As they came closer they saw that the structure was dark, saving for a faint light that came from one
