They don't seem to be very watchful, and as the woods and bushes are thick about 'em we may get a chance." They continued their slow and careful descent.

Harry glanced back once through an opening in the bushes and saw little Billy, holding the reins of the three horses and gazing intently after them.

He knew that among all the soldiers of Jackson's army, no matter how full of valor and zeal they might be, there was not one who surpassed Billy in eagerness to serve.
They reached the bottom of the slope, and lay for a few minutes hidden among dense bushes.

Both had been familiar with country life, they had hunted the 'possum and the coon many a dark night, and now their forest lore stood them in good stead.

They made no sound as they passed among the bushes and trailing vines, and they knew that they were quite secure in their covert, although they lay within a hundred yards of one of the fires.
Harry judged that most of the men whom they saw were city bred.