"Can you distinguish the rebel general's headquarters?" asked Margrave.
"I was trying to do so," replied Johnson, and his eyes wandered from point to point.
"Do you remember the style of his tent?"
"Perfectly. It is of the pattern known as the wall-tent, but of large size. And near it should be about a dozen others of the same description. There it is!"
"Those in the centre—near the grove?"
"Yes—don't you see the rebel ensign waving over it?"
"Very distinctly now. But I do not believe Alibamo, or the captain, will be placed near headquarters. They are the prisoners of that fellow, Branch."
"What shall we do, Johnson?" asked Margrave.
"We must enter their lines to-night, and ascertain where our friends are, and listen to the conversation of the officers, and, if possible, learn what is to be their fate," replied Johnson.
"And we must remember that Captain Hayward is not to be forgotten. He is not dead, or he would have been left on the other side of the mountain, and the drops of blood which we frequently saw along the line of march, is evidence that some wounded person or persons are with the rebels. This brave captain risked his life for my sister, and I shall risk my life a thousand times for him."