blazing like stars from his
pale face, which looked pained and half sick, and Chad understood--the
lads were fighting their own people, and there was no help for it. A
voice bellowed from the rear, and a man in a red cap loomed in the
smoke-mist ahead:

"Now, now! Git up and git, boys!"

That was the order for the charge, and the blue line went forward. Chad
never forgot that first battle-field when he saw it a few hours later
strewn with dead and wounded, the dead lying, as they dropped, in every
conceivable position, features stark, limbs rigid; one man with a
half-smoked cigar on his breast; the faces of so many beardless; some
frowning, some as if asleep and dreaming; and the wounded--some talking
pitifully, some in delirium, some courteous, patient, anxious to save
trouble, others morose, sullen, stolid, independent; never forgot it,
even the terrible night after Shiloh, when he searched heaps of wounded
and slain for Caleb Hazel, who lay all through the night wounded almost
to death.

Later, the Fourth Ohio followed Johnston, as he gave way before Buell,
and many times did they skirmish and fight with ubiquitous Morgan's
Men. Several times Harry and Dan sent each other messages to say that
each was still unhurt, and both were in constant horror of some day
coming face to face. Once, indeed, Harry, chasing a rebel and firing at
him, saw him lurch in his saddle, and Chad, coming up, found the lad on
the ground, crying over a canteen which the rebel had dropped. It was
marked with the initials D. D., the strap was cut by the bullet Harry
had fired, and not for a week of agonizing torture did Harry learn that
the canteen, though Dan's, had been carried that day by another man.

It was on these scouts and skirmishes that the four--Harry and Chad,
and Caleb Hazel and Yankee Jake Dillon, whose dog-like devotion to Chad
soon became a regimental joke--became known, not only among their own
men, but among their enemies, as the shrewdest and most daring scouts
in the Federal service. Every Morgan's man came to know the name of
Chad Buford; but it was not until Shiloh that Chad got his
shoulder-straps, leading a charge under the very eye of General Grant.
After Shiloh, the Fourth Ohio went back to its old quarters across the
river, and no sooner were Chad and Harry there than Kentucky was put
under the Department of the Ohio; and so it was also no queer turn of
fate that now they were on their way to new head-quarters in