He did not have the slightest doubt now that the Southern leader was pressing forward through the woods to cut them off.

As the sergeant had said truly, he came up to his advertisements and more.

Dick shivered and it was a shiver of apprehension for the army, and not for himself.
In accordance with human nature he and the boy officers who were his good comrades talked together, but their sentences were short and broken.
"Marching toward a court house," said Pennington.

"What'll we do when we get there?
Lawyers won't help us." "Not so much marching toward a court house as marching away from Jackson," said the Vermonter.
"We'll march back again," said Dick hopefully.
"But when ?" said Pennington.

"Look through the trees there on our right.
Aren't those rebel troops ?" Dick's startled gaze beheld a long line of horsemen in gray on their flank and only a few hundred yards away..