“The two armies are having a battle. From the direction I should judge that Schofield has attacked the flank of Johnston’s army. Ah, he will give the graycoats a hard tussle.”
“I think you are a Northern man.”
“My sympathies are for the Union, and while I can lift this good right arm of mine I will stand in its defense.”
He spoke with great earnestness.
“You forget that I am a rebel.”
“No more than you did when you saved the life of Cavalry Curt. But have done with talk. I believe I hear a body of horsemen coming this way.”
“And they are coming at a smart canter,” said Mara, as the sounds grew rapidly plainer.
“It must be a skirmishing squad of Johnston’s. We can’t be far from the road.”
“Do you think they will see us?” she asked.
“Not if we can help it. We must look round for a hiding-place though. Ha! I believe yonder thicket is just the place for us. Let’s see about it.”