Forrest nodded. "You returned to our lines with some fifteen men and ten mounts, as well as information. Your losses?"
Drew stared at the wall behind the General's head.
"One man missin', suh."
"You were unable to hear any news of him?"
"No, suh." The old weariness settled back on him. They had hunted—first Croff and Webb—and then he, too, as soon as he was able to sit a saddle. It was Weatherby's fate all over again; the ground might have opened and gulped Kirby down.
"How old are you, Sergeant?"
Drew could not see what his age had to do with Kirby's disappearance, but he answered truthfully: "Nineteen—I had a birthday a week ago, suh."
"And you volunteered when—?"
"In May of '62, suh. I was in Captain Castleman's company when they joined General Morgan—Company D, Second Kentucky. Then I transferred to the scouts under Captain Quirk."
"The big raids ... you were in Ohio, Rennie? Captured?"