Sherburne was already
there and with his glasses was examining the strange group, as well as he
could through the sweeping rain.
"A scouting party undoubtedly," he said, "but weather has made their
uniforms and ours look just about alike. It's equally certain though
that they're Yankees. No troop of ours so small would be found here."
Harry was also watching them through glasses, and he took particular note
of one stalwart figure mounted upon a powerful horse. The distance was
too great to recognize the face, but he knew the swing of the broad
shoulders. It was Shepard and once more he had the uneasy feeling winch
the man always inspired in him. He appeared and reappeared with such
facility, and he was so absolutely trackless that he had begun to appear
to him as omniscient. Of course the man knew all about Sherburne's
advance and could readily surmise its purpose.
"They're an impudent lot to sit there staring at us in that supercilious
manner," said Colonel Talbot. "Shall I take the Invincibles, sir,
and teach them a lesson?"
Sherburne smiled and shook his head.
"No, Colonel," he said, "although I thank you for the offer. They'd melt
away before you and we'd merely waste our energies.
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