"Me?" cried the other, for they were now twenty yards down the road. "There'd be few rebels lost if I had a word in it."
"I can see that," shouted back the man in the cart.
And so they passed along the moorside, and out of sight of the fort.
Half an hour later they encountered the soldiers returning.
"Not got him?" asked the man in the cart.
A sergeant stopped while the rest of them trudged on.
"No; they left their horses and took to the crags."
"Where are the dragoons?"
"Led into a bog, and still there."
Then, shaking his head, the soldier marched after his company.