But what a night! What a night! Not many men can be abroad at such a time.

We have seen nothing." "But I have, sir." "You have! What did you see ?" "A mile or two back I passed a line of Southern horsemen, just as wet and bedraggled as ours." "Might they not have been our own men?
It would be hard to tell blue and gray apart on such a night." "One could make such a mistake, but in this case it was not possible.
I saw my own cousin, Harry Kenton, riding with them.

I recognized them perfectly." "Then that settles it.

The Confederate scouts and cavalry are abroad to-night also, and on our side of the river.

But they must be few who dare to ride in such a storm." "That's surely true, sir." But both Dick and his commanding officer were mistaken.