Colonel Winchester's face flushed deeply at the splendid salute, but he did not speak either.

He took off his cap and swept it in a wide curve to all his men.

Then he turned his face toward the enemy.
The Southern trumpet was singing in the forest, and the force of Forrest, about twelve hundred strong, was emerging into view.

Dick, through his glasses, saw and recognized the famous leader, a powerful, bearded man, riding a great bay horse.

He had heard many descriptions of him and he knew him instinctively.