His imagination also made him see small, close-set, menacing red eyes, and he knew at once that it was Slade, the same guerrilla leader who had once pursued him with such deadly vindictiveness through the Mississippi forest and swamps.

He had heard that he had come farther north and had united his band with that of Skelly, who pretended to be on the other side.

But one could never tell about these outlaws.

When they were distant from the regular armies nobody was safe from them.
"Did you see ?" whispered Dick to the sergeant who had crept to his side.
"Yes, I caught a glimpse of him.

It was Slade, who tried so hard to kill you down there in the Vicksburg campaign.