The fence enclosing the two fields was high, staked, and ridered, and presently he was glad of it.

He beheld on a hill to his right, about a half mile away, four horsemen, and the color of their uniforms was blue.

He bent low over his horse that they might not see him, and rode on, the pulses in his temples beating heavily.

He was glad that gray was not an assertive color, and he was glad that his own gray had been faded by the hot June sun.
Half way to the protecting wood he saw one of the men on the hill, undoubtedly an officer, put glasses to his eyes.

Harry was sure at first that he had been discovered, but the man turned the glasses on Beauregard's camp, and the boy rode on unnoticed, praying that the same luck would attend him in the other half of the distance..