Johnston, now familiar with the enemy’s plans, immediately held a council with some of his subordinate officers.
Leaving him to prepare for a meeting with McPherson at Reseca we will follow the fortunes of Mara Morland.
The uppermost thought in her mind now was to rescue Cavalry Curt.
No one knew better than she the peril of the undertaking, and a less brave heart would have shrunk from the attempt.
But one course seemed open to her and she resolved to carry it out.
It was too early in the night, however, for the work to be begun so she sauntered toward her brother’s tent, watchful of all that was transpiring around her.
Passing one of the camp-fires she heard loud voices, and coupled with other names she fancied she heard her own.
Advancing in a listless manner she got within hearing without attracting attention.
The party was composed of a portion of Captain Dermot’s scouting squad.
She saw Lieutenant Logan, easily distinguished by his long, flaxen hair among them.