One youth in a forest was hard to find.

The clouds at which he had looked so hopefully were really growing a little heavier now.

It would take good eyes to find him and swift feet to catch him.

He paused again halfway up the slope, and saw a flash of flame from the Northern forest.

Then came the thunderous roar of one of Carrington's guns, all the louder in the still night, and he saw the shell burst just over the fort.
He knew that these guns would play all night on the Southern recruits, allowing them but little rest and sleep and shaking their nerves still further.
But he must not pause for the guns.