He was nearer to them than any other Southern horseman, and he seemed to be indifferent to danger.
"Look! look! There's Jeb Stuart!" exclaimed Dick.

He had heard so much about the famous Stuart and his gorgeous uniform that he knew him instinctively, and, Warner and Pennington, as their eyes followed his pointing finger felt the same conviction.
Three of the Northern riflemen fired at once at the conspicuous target, and Dick breathed a little sigh of relief when all their bullets missed.
Then the brilliant figure turned to one side and was lost in the smoke.
"Well," said Pennington.

"We've seen Stonewall Jackson and Jeb Stuart both in battle against us.

I wonder who will come next." "Lee is due," said Warner, "but I doubt whether his men will let him expose himself in such a way.

We'll have to slip under cover to get a chance of seeing him." The hours went on, and the fight between rear guard and vanguard never ceased.