Sheridan was using it every hour, and Shepard was giving further assistance through his thorough knowledge of the ground.
Dick was glad to ride beside him and whisper with him, now and then.
"I haven't known things to go so well before," Dick said, when they were across the creek.
"They're going well, Mr.Mason," said Shepard, "because everything is arranged.

There is provision against every unlucky chance.

It's leadership.

The difference between a good general and a bad general is about fifty thousand men." The entire division moved forward in the dusk at a fair pace, but so many troops with cavalry and guns could not keep from making some noise.
Dick with Shepard and the sergeant rode off in the woods towards the open valley to see if the enemy were observing them.

Dick's chief apprehensions were in regard to Slade and Skelly, but they found no trace of the guerrillas, nor of any other foes.
The night was fairly bright, and from the edge of the wood they saw far over hills and fields, dotted with two opposing lines of camp fires.
A dark outline was Fisher's Hill, and lights burned there too.