His sense of the man's uncanny powers and of his
danger to the Confederacy was increased. He seemed to come and go
absolutely as he pleased. It was true that in the American Civil War the
opportunities for spies were great. All men spoke the same language,
and all looked very much alike. It was not such a hard task to enter the
opposing lines, but Shepard had shown a daring and success beyond all
comparison. He seemed to have both the seven league boots and the
invisible cloak of very young childhood. He came as he pleased, and
when pursuit came he vanished in thin air.
Harry bit his lips in chagrin. He felt that Shepard had scored on him
again. It was true that he had been victorious in that fight in the
river, when victory meant so much, but since then Shepard had triumphed,
and it was bitter. He hardened his determination, and resolved that
he would always be on the watch for him. He even felt a certain glow,
because he was one of two in such a conflict of skill and courage.
The meeting having been finished, he went down one of the streets of
tents to the camp of the Invincibles. Colonel Leonidas Talbot and
Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St. Hilaire were not playing chess. Instead
they were sitting on a pine log with Happy Tom and St.
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