"We have discovered the retreat of General Johnston's whole army, and the abandonment of Nashville, invaluable information to General Grant.

But we'll press on toward Nashville nevertheless." They camped the next night in a forest and kept a most vigilant watch.
If those terrible raiders led by Forrest should strike them again they could make but little defense.
They came the next morning upon a good road and followed it without interruption until nearly noon, when they saw the glint of arms across a wide field.

Colonel Winchester drew his little troop back into the edge of the woods, and put his field glasses to his eyes.
"There are many men, riding along a road parallel to ours," he said.
"They look like an entire regiment, and by all that's lucky, they're in the uniforms of our own troops.

Yes, they're our own men.

There can be no mistake.