Maybe it'll take twenty-four hours to hide it all, and burn the wagons.

Then the boys can turn 'em loose, an' there's no harm done.

I'd like to take that fellow Grant into our lines--he's a mean pillaging devil--but it's too big a risk; Bristol is about the nearest picket post, and the Red-coats have got cavalry patrols all along in back of the river." "But I cannot wait here," I answered, impatiently.

"Farrell understood that.

I have important information for Washington, and only came with you to-night because you were following along my route.