I may be stiff and sore myself, but I'm so anxious to get to General Jackson that I haven't time to think about it." "Same here.

Suppose we speed 'em up a little more." They came into the turnpike, and now the horses lengthened out their stride as they fled northward.

It was yet some time until dawn, but the two young riders took the cold food from their knapsacks and ate as they galloped on.

It was well that they had good horses, staunch and true, as they were pushing them hard now.
Harry looked toward the west, where the dark slope of Little North Mountain closed in the valley from that side, and he felt a shiver which he knew did not come from the night air.

He knew that a powerful Northern force was off there somewhere, and he wondered what it was doing.