e has been a deal of masquerading, and this side of the river
naturally looks askance at the other. But you see, General Kelly _is_
over there, and he happens, just now, to want to communicate with
General Banks." His smile grew broader. "It's perfectly natural, but
it's right hard on the man acting courier! Lord knows I had trouble
enough running Ashby's gauntlet without being fired on from this side!"

"That's so! that's so!" answered the sergeant cordially. "Well, good
luck to you getting back! You may find some friends here. We've a
company or two of Virginians from the Ohio."

General Kelly's messenger proceeded to climb the hill to the wall tents
indicated. There was a short delay, then he found himself in the
presence of the colonel commanding at Williamsport. "From General Kelly
at Romney? How did you get here?"

"I left Romney, sir, yesterday morning, and I came by bridle paths
through the mountains. I was sent because I have hunted over every mile
of that country, and I could keep out of Ashby's way. I struck the river
above Bath, and I worked down through the woods to the ferry. I have a
letter for General Banks."

Drawing out a wallet, he opened it and handed to the other the missive
in question. "If I was chased I was to destroy it before capture," he
said. "The slip with it is a line General Kelly gave me."

The colonel commanding at Williamsport glanced at the latter document.
"A native of the South Branch valley," he said crisply. "That's a
disaffected region."

"Yes, sir. It is. But there are one or two loyal families."

"You wish to go on to Frederick this afternoon?"

"Yes, sir. As soon as my horse is a little rested. My orders are to use
all dispatch back to Romney with General Banks's answer."

The colonel, seated at a table, weighed General Kelly's letter in his
hand, looked at the superscription, turned it over, and studied the
seal. "Do the rebels on the other side show any signs of coming
activity? Our secret service men have not been very successful--they
make statements that it is hard to credit. I should be glad of any
reliable information. What did you see or hear coming through?"

The lieutenant studied the floor a moment, shrugged, and spoke out.
"Ashby's active enough, sir. Since yesterday I have just grazed three
picket posts. He has vedettes everywhere. The report is that he has
fifteen hundred troopers--nearly all valley men, born to the saddle and
knowing every crook and cr