Looking back they dimly saw the horsemen, riding at random, evidently at a loss.
"That was certainly close," gasped St.Clair.

"I'm not going on any more scouts unless I'm ordered to do so." "Nor I," said Harry.

"I've got enough for one night at least.

I suppose I'll never forget those men with the red bags in place of breeches, and that tune, 'Dixie.' As soon as I get my breath back I'm going to make a bee line for our own army." "And when you make your bee line another just as fast and straight will run beside it." They rested five minutes and then fled for the brook and their own little detachment behind it..