a gleam came from the blue eyes in his tanned, bearded face.

Harry, sensitive and prone to enthusiasm, was flushed in every vein by
the marching song. He seemed to himself to be endowed with a new life of
vigor and energy. The invader trod the Southern land and they must rush
upon him at once. He was eager for a sight of the blue masses which they
would certainly overcome.

He returned to his place near the head of the column with the staff
of the commander. Night was now close at hand, but Bath was still many
miles away. It was colder than ever, but the wagons had not yet come up
and there were no rations and tents. Only a few scraps of food were left
in the knapsacks.

"Ride to Captain Sherburne," said General Jackson to Harry, "and tell
him to go forward with his men and reconnoiter."

"May I go with him, sir?"

"Yes, and then report to me what he and his men find."

Harry galloped gladly to the vanguard, where the gallant young captain
and his troop were leading. These Virginians preserved their fine
appearance. If they were weary they did not show it. They sat erect in
their saddles and the last button on their uniforms was in place. Their
polished spurs gleamed in the wintry sun.

They set off at a gallop, Harry riding by the side of Captain Sherburne.
Blood again mounted high with the rapid motion and the sense of action.
Soon they left the army behind, and, as the road was narrow and shrouded
in forest, they could see nothing of it. Its disappearance was as
complete as if it had been swallowed up in a wilderness.

They rode straight toward Bath, but after two or three miles they
slackened speed. Harry had told Sherburne of the presence of Shepard the
night before, and the captain knew that they must be cautious.

Another mile, and at a signal from the captain the whole troop stopped.
They heard hoofbeats on the road ahead of them, and the sound was coming
in their direction.

"A strong force," said Captain Sherburne.

"Probably larger than ours, if the hoofbeats mean anything," said Harry.

"And Yankees, of course. Here they are!"

A strong detachment of cavalry suddenly rounded a curve in the road and
swept into full view. Then the horsemen stopped in astonishment at the
sight of the Confederate troop.

There was no possibility of either command mistaking the other for a
friend, but Sherburne, despite his youth, had in him the instinct
for quick perception and action which distinguished the gr