"Unless they've stretched pretty wide lines of pickets I can lead you, sir, within four hundred yards of Frankfort, where you can stay under cover yourself and look right down into it.

I guess by this good moonlight I could point out old Bragg himself, if he should be up and walking around the streets." "That suits us, Powell," said Colonel Winchester.

"You and May lead the way." May was the other Frankforter and they took the task eagerly.

They were about to look down upon home after an absence of more than a year, a year that was more than a normal ten.

They were both young, not over twenty, and after a while they turned out of the path and led into the deep woods.
"It's open forest through here, no underbrush, colonel," said Powell, "and it makes easy riding.