We must find shelter somewhere, Mr.Mason, or it will leave us so bedraggled and worn out that for a long time we won't be able to move on." Dick agreed with him entirely, but neither yet knew where the shelter was to be found.

They hurried on, looking hopefully for a place.
Meanwhile the storm, its van a continual blaze of lightning and roar of thunder, rolled up fast from the southwest.

Then the lightning ceased for a while and the skies were almost dark.

Dick knew that the rain would come soon, and, as he looked eagerly for shelter, he saw a clearing in which stood a small building of logs.
"A cornfield, Sergeant," he exclaimed, "and that I take it is a crib." "A crib that will soon house more than corn," said the sergeant.

"Two good Union soldiers are about to stop there.