But if only she could hear those three shots from across the river.
"Well, Harris ?" said Morrison as his Lieutenant strode up.
"I have to report, sir, that we've gotten what little hay and corn there was in the stables and are waiting for your orders." "Very well," and Lieutenant-Colonel Morrison's incisive words rang mercilessly in the listening woman's ears.

"Pick out the best shots you have among your men and send them at the gallop down this road to the river crossing.

String them along the bank, dismount them and have them watch as they've never watched before.

You understand?
Now _hurry_!" If ever a woman hated a man, or rather the crushing force he typified, then Herbert Cary's wife hated this clear headed, efficient Northerner, who was now discovering how he had been delayed and thwarted.

Yet she had plenty of spirit left, for as Corporal Dudley and his file of troopers emerged from the house she stood up and caught Uncle Billy's eye.
"Well, Corporal ?" asked Morrison.
"Well, William ?" asked Mrs.Cary.
"It's all right, Miss Hallie," Uncle Billy grinned.