The vision of the sober figure
on Little Sorrel, leading his brigades to victory, came before him,
but it was a vision only.
"It's strange that we've not come in contact with their scouts or
cavalry," he said. "In that fight with Pleasanton we saw what horsemen
they've become, and a force of some kind must be hanging on our rear."
"If it's there, Sherburne and his troop will find it."
"I think I can detect signs of the enemy now," said Harry, putting his
glasses to his eyes. "See that hill far behind us. Can't you catch the
gleam of lights on it?"
"I think I can," replied Dalton, also using glasses. "Four lights are
there, and they are winking, doubtless to lights on another hill too far
away for us to see."
"It shows that the enemy at least is watching, and that while we may
retreat unattacked it will not be unobserved. Hark! do you hear that,
George? It's rifle shots, isn't it?"
"Yes, and a lot of 'em, but they're a long distance away. I don't think
we could hear 'em at all if it were not night time."
"But it means something! There they go again! I believe it's a heavy
skirmish and it's in the direction in which Sherburne rode."
"The general's up. It's likely that one of us will be sent to see what
it's all about.
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