rgeant seemed to give no
heed, until Henry pointed out to him a horseman, from the direction of
the fire, who was now advancing towards them.

"Sergeant, turn back into the shade," cried Henry; "that man is coming
after us."

"Keep your ground," replied Horse Shoe; "he has no ill-will to us. He
wears the dress of an honest man and a good soldier."

"Who goes there?" called out the horseman, as he now came within
speaking distance. "Stand and tell me who you are!"

"Friends to the hunting-shirt and buck-tail," replied Robinson.

"I am glad to hear you say so," rejoined the scout, as he advanced still
nearer. "Where from, and in what direction do you travel?"

"That should be William Scoresby's voice of the Amherst Rangers,"
shouted Henry, with animation; "as I live, it is the very man!"

"Who have we here!" returned the horseman. "Henry Lindsay! our deputy
corporal! Why, man, where did you spring from?" he added, in a tone of
joyful surprise, as he offered Henry his hand.

"Ho, sister Mildred--Mr. Musgrove!" exclaimed Henry, calling out at the
top of his voice to his friends, who were waiting behind for
intelligence. "Come up--come up! Here's good luck!"

And with a continued vociferation, he galloped back until he met his
sister, and conducted her to the top of the hill, whence, following the
guidance of William Scoresby, the party descended to the bivouac of the
Amherst Rangers.

Henry eagerly sought out Stephen Foster, and, having brought him into
the presence of Mildred, received from him a narrative of the course of
events which had led to this fortunate meeting.

The Rangers had marched from Virginia a few days after Mildred had left
the Dove Cote. They had fallen in with Gates's shattered army at
Hillsborough, where, after tarrying almost a fortnight, they were
furnished an opportunity to take some active share in the operations of
the day by the enterprise of Shelby against Ferguson, the knowledge of
which had reached them at Gates's head-quarters, whither a messenger
from Shelby had come to ask for aid. The Rangers had accordingly
volunteered for this service, and, with the permission of the general,
were now on their way towards Burk Court House, there hoping to receive
intelligence that would enable them to join the allies.

They had for some miles been marching along the same road taken by our
travellers, not more than two hours ahead of them; and having reached
the Catawba near sundown, had det