extricate himself from his fallen horse. Springing from his saddle, he
helped him to his feet, and anxiously inquired, "Are you hurt,
Lieutenant?"

"The Rebel, the Rebel, where is he? Did you get him?" asked the
Lieutenant.

"Get him!" drawled the Sergeant, "I think not. He got across that field as
if Old Nick was after him. But once across he had the cheek to stand on
the fence and crow like a young rooster. I took a crack at him, but
missed."

"Why didn't you pursue him?" demanded the officer, fiercely.

"What! in those woods? Might as well look for a needle in a haymow. But
are you hurt, Lieutenant?"

"My leg is sprained," he groaned; "but the worst of it is, Jupiter is
dead. Curse that Rebel! how I wish I had him! I would make him pay dearly
for that horse."

"Here is the Rebel's horse. I caught him!" exclaimed one of the men,
leading up Calhoun's horse, which he had captured. "He looks like a mighty
fine horse, only he seems a little lame from his fall."

"That is a fine horse," said Latham, looking him over, "but he has been
rode mighty hard. Wonder who that feller can be. I see no signs of any
other Reb. He must have been alone. Say, he was a Jim-dandy whoever he
was. I thought you had him sure, Lieutenant."

"So did I," answered the Lieutenant, with an oath. "When his horse threw
him I had no idea he would try to get away, and ordered him to surrender.
But quick as a flash he jerked a revolver from his belt, and fired."

"Better be thankful he hit the horse instead of you," said the Sergeant.

For answer the Lieutenant limped to a stone, and sitting down, said:
"Examine that roll behind the saddle of the horse. Perhaps we can find out
who the fellow was."

Sergeant Latham took the roll, which was securely strapped behind
Calhoun's saddle, and began to unroll it as carefully as if he suspected
it might be loaded.

"A fine rubber and a good woollen blanket," remarked the Sergeant. "Looks
mighty like those goods once belonged to our good Uncle Samuel. Bet your
life, they are a part of the plunder from Shiloh. Ah! here is a bundle of
letters."

"Give them to me," said the Lieutenant.

The Sergeant handed them over, and the officer hastily glanced over them,
reading the superscriptions.

"Why," he exclaimed, in surprise, "these letters are all addressed to
persons in Kentucky. What could that fellow be doing with letters going to
Kentucky? We will see." He tore open one of the letters.

He had