But he warned Grierson that such a man as Forrest would be likely to have out scouts, even if they had to swim the river.

It was likely that they could not get nearer by three or four miles to Colonel Winchester without being seen.
"Then," said Grierson, who had the spirit of a Stuart or a Forrest, "we'll ride straight on, brushing these watchers out of our way, and if by any chance their whole force should cross, we'll just meet and fight it." "The little river is falling fast," said the sergeant.

"It's likely that it'll be fordable almost anywhere by noon." "Then," said Grierson, "it'll be all the easier for us to get at the enemy." Dick, just behind Grierson, heard these words and he liked them.

Here was a spirit like Colonel Winchester's own, or like that of the great Southern cavalry leaders.

The Southerners were born on horseback, but the Northern men were acquiring the same trick of hard riding.