the lone sentinel
enlarged suddenly and came nearer. The pulses in his temples beat hard.
Although he could not see the watcher's face clearly, because he too was
using glasses, he knew him instantly. He would have known that heroic
figure and the set of the shoulders and head anywhere. He felt
astonishment at first, but it passed quickly. It was likely that they
should meet again some time or other, since the field of battle had
narrowed so much.

Sergeant Whitley, who invariably saw everything, had seen Dick's slight
start.

"Someone you know, sir?" he asked.

"Yes, sergeant. It's my cousin, Harry Kenton. You've heard me talk of
him often. A finer and braver and stronger fellow never lived. He's
using glasses too and I've no doubt he's recognized me."

Dick suddenly waved his glasses aloft, and Harry Kenton replied in like
manner.

"He sees and knows me!" cried Dick.

But the sergeant was very sober. He foresaw that these youths, bound by
such ties of blood and affection, might come into battle against each
other. The same thought was in Dick's mind, despite his pleasure at the
distant view of Harry.

"We exchanged shots in the Manassas campaign," said Dick. "We were
sheltered and we didn't know each other until several bullets had passed."

"Three more horsemen have joined him," said the sergeant.

"Those are his friends," said Dick, who had put the glasses back to his
eyes. "Look how they stand out against the sun!"

The four horsemen in a row, at equal distances from one another, were
enlarged against a brilliant background of red and gold. Their attitude
was impressive, as they sat there, unmoving, like statues cut in stone.
They were in truth Harry and Dalton, St. Clair and Happy Tom, and farther
on the Invincibles were marching, the two colonels at their head, to the
Valley of Virginia to reinforce Early, and to make headway, if possible,
against Sheridan.

Harry was deeply moved. Kinship and the long comradeship of youth count
for much. Perhaps for more in the South than anywhere else. Stirred by
a sudden emotion he took off his cap and waved it as a signal of hail and
farewell. The four removed their own caps and waved them also. Then
they turned their horses in unison, rode over the hill and were gone from
Dick's sight.

Sergeant Whitley was not educated, but his experience was vast, he knew
men and he had the gift of sympathy. He understood Dick's feelings.

"All civil wa