"He knows every inch of the ground." But Harry waved him back.
"No," he said.

"I'll be shot at, and the boy on foot can't escape.

I'll find my way through.

No, I tell you he must not go!" He almost pushed back the boy who was eager for the task, rode out of the wood which was on the slope of the hill away from the point of attack, and gained the fringe of timber along the creek.

It was about fifty yards from cover to cover, but he believed he had not been seen, as neither shout nor shot followed him.
Yet the Union pickets could not be far away.