Buried as he was and with the hanging bushes over him he was still confident that no one could see him.

He raised himself the least bit, and looking through the boughs, saw a tanned and dark face under the broad brim of a Confederate hat.

Just then some one said: "We might have trailed 'em, general, but the snow an' the earth have already been tramped all up by the army." "They're not wuth huntin' long anyway," said the same brusque voice.

"A few Yankees prowlin' about in the night can't do us much harm.

It's hard fightin' that'll settle our quarrel." General Forrest came a little closer and Dick, from his concealment in the snow, surmising his identity, saw him clearly, although himself unseen.