A wild scream rang through the room, and a lovely female sprang forward, into the arms of Hayward.
"My brother! O my brother!" were the only words spoken, and she became unconscious.
"Mamie—Mamie—Great God! why are you here? Mamie—sister, look up—speak to me—speak, or I shall die—Mamie—O God! she is dead—dead!"
And Hayward sank to the floor, still holding his sister to his heart, and burst into tears.
"Ah! ha! ha! ha! Humbled at last!" cried Branch, as he left the room.
CHAPTER XI.
The War Scout—The Discovery.
Softly—softly as the creeping panther.—De Soto.
We left Fall-leaf, Margrave, and Johnson, as they were following the party who had recaptured Hayward and Alibamo. As they descended the mountain, the rear of the rebel army were in sight. At night-fall it halted, and upon the broad prairie, near an oak grove, the camp was soon formed.