“Have no fear for me. But to whom am I indebted for this kind act?”
“To the Wizard Scout,” replied Mara, and the next instant he was alone.
“A strange man,” mused Cavalry Curt. “But I have no time to waste in speculation. As I am not needed here I must start for the general’s headquarters. He will think I am a tardy errand-boy.”
But Cavalry Curt was not on his own footing yet.
In the very heart of the enemy’s encampment it was no easy matter to run the gantlet of his foes.
His disguise, however, seemed sufficient, for few had seen his face.
Again, he was familiar with every rod of the country.
With full confidence in his ability to escape he coolly followed his course.
The boom of cannon was heard in the distance, coming from the direction of Rocky Face Mountain.
It told that the fight at Buzzard’s Roost Gap had begun.