When the rider saw the two threatening figures he stopped, but in a moment he rode on again.

They were in gray and so was he.
"Why, it's Chris Aubrey of the general's own staff!" exclaimed Dalton.
"Don't you know him, Harry ?" "Of course I do.

Aubrey, we're friends.

It's Dalton and Kenton." Aubrey dashed his hands across his eyes, as if he were clearing a mist from them.

He was worn and weary, and his look bore a singular resemblance to that of despair.
"What is it, Chris ?" asked Dalton with sympathy.
"I was sent down the Luray Valley to learn what I could and I discovered that Ord was advancing with ten thousand men on Front Royal, where General Jackson left only a small garrison.