hers overhaul him.

In those moments of danger and daring enterprise the spirit of Harry's
great ancestor descended upon him again. This flight through the forest
and hiding among bushes and gulleys was more like the early days of the
border than those of the great civil war in which he was now a young
soldier.

Instincts and perceptions, atrophied by civilization, suddenly sprang
up. He seemed to be able to read every sound. Not a whisper in the
forest escaped his understanding, and this sudden flame of a great early
life put into him new thoughts and a new intelligence.

Now a plan, astonishing in its boldness, formed itself in his mind.
He saw through openings in the trees that the forest did not extend much
farther, and he also saw not far ahead of him the single horseman whom
he was following. The man had slowed down and was looking about as if
puzzled. He rode a powerful horse that seemed but little wearied by the
pursuit.

Harry picked up a long fragment of a fallen bough, and he ran toward
the horseman, springing from the shelter of one tree trunk to that of
another with all the deftness of a primitive Wyandot. He was almost
upon the rider before the man turned with a startled exclamation.

Then Harry struck, and his was no light hand. The end of the stick
met the man's head, and without a sound he rolled unconscious from the
saddle. It was a tribute to Harry's humanity that he caught him and
broke his fall. A single glance at his face as he lay upon the ground
showed that he had no serious hurt, being merely stunned.

Then Harry grasped the bridle and sprang into the saddle that he had
emptied, urging the horse directly through the opening toward the
cleared ground. He relied with absolute faith upon his new mount and
the temporary ignorance of the others that his horse had changed riders.

As he passed out of the forest he leaned low in the saddle to keep the
color of his clothing from being seen too soon, and speaking encouraging
words in his horse's ears, raced toward the south. He heard shouts
behind him, but no shots, and he knew that the cavalrymen still believed
him to be their own man following some new sign.

He was at least a half mile away before they discovered the difference.
Perhaps some one had found their wounded comrade in the forest, or the
man himself, reviving quickly, had told the tale.

In any event Harry heard a distant shout of anger and surprise. Chance
had favored