Trouble could come of it for gallant young Victor Woodville, and even for his uncle.

He was sure that Victor was now with Bragg and they might meet face to face again.
As they rode through a defile and came into a wide valley they saw before them an extensive Union camp, and they were overjoyed to learn that it was the division of Thomas, the general to whom they were to report.

Dick had once received the personal thanks of Thomas, and the grave, able man inspired him with immense respect, mingled with affection.
He stood before Thomas in his tent that evening, Colonel Winchester having yielded to his request to take him with him when he reported the arrival of his regiment.

Thomas, usually so taciturn, delighted the soul of the lad by remembering him at once.
"It was you, Lieutenant Mason, who came to me there in the Kentucky mountains with the dispatches," he said, "and you were also with us at Perryville and Stone River." "I was, sir," said Dick, flushing with pride.
"And you were with General Grant at the taking of Vicksburg! It was a great exploit, and it has lifted us up mightily.

But I'm glad to have you back along with Colonel Winchester and the rest of his brave lads.
I think you'll see action before long, action perhaps on a greater scale than any witnessed hitherto in the West." Dick saluted and withdrew.