"
"So the Johnnies are west of us, your friend Hurley said. Tell me again
what particular point I have to watch in order to keep away from them."
"Almost as straight west as you can make it. A valley running east and
west cuts in there and it's full of the rebels. It's the only place all
along here where they are."
"And consequently the only place for me to avoid. Thanks. Your
information may save me from capture. Good night."
"Good night and good luck."
Harry rode toward the southwest until a dip in the valley hid him from
possible view of the man at the house. Then he turned and rode due west,
determined to reach as soon as possible those "rebel raiders" in the
valley, but fully aware that he must yet use every resource of skill,
courage and patience.
The twilight turned into night, clear, dry and bright. Unless it
was raining in the mountains the flood in the Potomac could not be
increasing. Here, at last, the conditions were all that he wished.
The captured haversack still contained plenty of food, and, as he rode,
he ate. He had learned long ago that food was as necessary as weapons
to a soldier, and that one should eat when one could. Moreover, he was
always hungry.
He kept among trees wherever possible, and, as the night grew, and the
stars came out in the dusky blue, he enjoyed the peace.
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