Now, go! I send you upon a dangerous errand, but I hope that the son of George Kenton, my old friend, will succeed.

Hark! There is Carrington again! How strangely this war arrays comrades against one another!" A shell burst almost at the center of the fort, and, for a few moments, the air was full of earth and flying fragments of steel.

But in another minute Harry made his preparations, dropped over the rear earthwork and crouched for a little while against it.

Before him stretched an open space of several hundred yards and here he felt was his greatest danger.
The Northern sharpshooters might be lurking at the edge of the forest, and he ran great danger of being picked off as he fled.

He looked up hopefully at the skies and saw a few clouds, but they did not promise much.