We've chased the Yankees out of the mountains into the valley, and we'll follow hot on their heels.

We've already learned enough of General Jackson to know that he doesn't linger." "Linger!" exclaimed Langdon indignantly.

"Even if there was no fighting to be done he'd march us from one end of the valley to the other just to keep us in practice.

Hear that bugle! Off we go! Five minutes to get ready! Or maybe it is only three!" It was more than five minutes, but not much more, when the whole army was on the march again, but the foot cavalry forgot to grumble when they came again into their beloved valley, across which, and up and down which, they had marched so much.
They threw back their shoulders, their gait became more jaunty and they burst into cheers, at the sight of the rich rolling country, now so beautiful in spring's heavy green.

Far off the mountains rose, dark and blue, but they were only the setting for the gem and made it more precious.
"It's ours," said Sherburne proudly to Harry.