“The enemy are in front, general.”
“Infantry?”
“Yes, with artillery.”
Stuart looked at Gordon.
“A real trap,” he said coolly, knitting his brows.
“Have they seen you, Gordon?” he asked.
“I think not, general.”
“Well, so far all is well. There is nothing to do but to lay low, and take the chances of getting out.”
Stuart’s voice was never cooler. He looked quietly at the huge column cutting off his retreat.
“A splendid chance to attack them!” he all at once exclaimed.