"It was a terrible risk!"
"By gracious, captain, if you ain't a trump," said Nettleton, as he opened wide his green eyes.
"But they have discovered all by this time, and we have not a moment to lose. It is eleven o'clock now, and you are expected at yonder rock!"
"You have seen Alibamo?"
"Yes, and kissed her!"
"She knew you, then?"
"No—she didn't—I told her before a large crowd that I was Harry Hinton. She understood me, and said I might kiss her. I did so—on the ear!"
"And whispered at the same time. Thank you, my best friend."
"Well, don't stop for thanks now. That rock is outside the picket guard, but she will be attended by ten or twelve soldiers. Go to her at once. I will see our horses placed in a position where we can easily mount. The negro shall ride behind Nettleton, and Alibamo shall have White Surry."
"We must fight, of course."