e man on a black horse with a white star in its
forehead?" asked the farmer.

"Yes, that's the fellow."

"He looked to me like Jack Davis, one of Marion's men, but he went past
so fast that I could not be sure."

"Never mind who he was. What we want to know is where to find him."

"Bless your heart! he was going at such a pace that he couldn't well
stop under four or five miles. I'm much afeard I can't earn that fifty
pounds."

On rode the troop, and back into the woods went the farmer. He had not
gone far before he came to a black horse with a white star in its
forehead. This he mounted and rode away. The farmer was Jack Davis
himself.

That was the kind of men Tarleton had to deal with, and you may be sure
that he did not catch any of them. He had his hunt, but he caught no
game.

While Marion was keeping the war alive in South Carolina, an army was
gathering under General Greene, who was, next to Washington, the best of
the American generals. With him were Daniel Morgan, a famous leader of
riflemen, William Washington, a cousin of the commander-in-chief, and
Henry Lee, or "Light-horse Harry," father of the famous General Lee of
the Civil War.

General Greene got together about two thousand men, half armed and half
supplied and knowing nothing about war, so that he had a poor chance of
defeating the trained British soldiers. But he was a Marion on a larger
scale, and knew when to retreat and when to advance. I must tell you
what he did.

In the first place Morgan the rifleman met the bold Colonel Tarleton and
gave him a sound flogging. Tarleton hurried back to Lord Cornwallis, the
British commander in the South. Cornwallis thought he would catch Morgan
napping, but the lively rifleman was too wide-awake for him. He hurried
back with the prisoners he had taken from Tarleton, and crossed the
Catawba River just as the British came up. That night it rained hard,
and the river rose so that it could not be crossed for three days.

General Greene now joined Morgan, and the retreat continued to the
Yadkin River. This, too, was crossed by the Americans and a lucky rain
again came up and swelled the river before the British could follow.
When the British got across there was a race for the Dan River on the
borders of Virginia. Greene got there first, crossed the stream, and
held the fords or crossing-place against the foe. Cornwallis by this
time had enough of it. Provisions were growing scarce, and he turned
back