It was a land of mighty rivers, close together, and a steamer might go anywhere.
As Dick and Colonel Winchester, on whose staff he would now be, were watching this active scene, a small steamer, coming down the Ohio, drew in to a wharf, and a number of soldiers in faded blue disembarked.

The boy uttered a shout of joy.
"What is it, Dick ?" asked Colonel Winchester.
"Why, sir, there's my former commander, Colonel Newcomb, and just behind him is my comrade, Lieutenant George Warner of Vermont, and not far away is Sergeant Whitley, late of the regular army, one of the best soldiers in the world.

Can I greet them, colonel ?" "Of course." Dick rushed forward and saluted Colonel Newcomb, who grasped him warmly by the hand.
"So you got safely through, my lad," he said.

"Major Hertford, who came down the Kentucky with his detachment and joined us at Carrollton at the mouth of that river, told us of your mission.

The major is bringing up the rear of our column, but here are other friends of yours." Dick the next moment was wringing the hand of the Vermont boy and was receiving an equally powerful grip in return.
"I believed that we would meet you here," said Warner, "I calculated that with your courage, skill and knowledge of the country the chances were at least eighty per cent in favor of your getting through to Buell.
And if you did get through to Buell I knew that at least ninety per cent of the circumstances would represent your desire and effort to come here.