I could not tell whether I was standing picket for Yankees or Rebels.

I knew that the Yankee line was between me and the Rebel line, for I could see the battle right over the tunnel.

We had been placed on picket at the foot of Lookout Mountain, but we were five miles from that place now.

If I had tried to run in I couldn't.

I had got separated from Sloan and Johnson somehow; in fact, was waiting either for an advance of the Yankees, or to be called in by the captain of the picket.