Then they fell away, as if by mutual consent, the gray riding toward Frankfort and the blue toward the Union army.
"Was it a misfortune to meet them ?" asked Dick.
"I don't think so," replied Colonel Winchester.

"They had probably found out already that our army was near.

Of course they had out scouts.

Kirby Smith, I know, is an alert man, and anyway, the march of an army as large as ours could not be hidden." It was dawn again when the colonel's little party reached the Union camp, and when he made his report the heavy columns advanced at once.
But the alarm had already spread about at Frankfort.

The morning there looked upon a scene even more lively than the one that had occurred in Buell's camp.