While his foe rested on his victory and took his ease, he was here with a new army, ready to strike the unwary.

Dick shivered suddenly, and, with a violent impulse, clutched the waist of the man in front of him.

It may have been some sort of physical telepathy, but Robertson understood.

He turned his head and said in a whisper: "You're right.

The whole Southern army is here in the woods, an' we'd rather lose a brigade tonight than let you escape." Dick felt a thrill of the most acute agony.