Darke had escaped with the gray woman, in the darkness.
The pursuit did not continue far. The Federal lines were near; and Mohun soon recalled his men.
Grasping me cordially by the hand, he exclaimed:—
“Well, Surry! the prisoner! Where is Swartz?”
I pointed to the spot where his body lay, and went thither with Mohun.
Swartz lay perfectly dead, in a pool of blood. Darke had blown out his brains.
XXXIII. — PRESTON HAMPTON.
An hour afterward the body of the unfortunate man had been buried, and I had returned with Mohun and Nighthawk to the opposite bank of the Rowanty.