“Well, I think that this one will prove similar—that cannon are going to thunder before the music stops.”
Stuart had scarcely spoken when rapid hoof-strokes were heard in front, and a horseman shot by.
“Have you seen General Stuart?” said a voice in the darkness.
“Here I am—what news, Stringfellow?”
The horseman drew rein so suddenly that his horse was thrown upon his haunches. “You will be attacked at daylight, general.”
“Well,—what force?”
“The whole Yankee cavalry, with infantry and artillery supports.”
“All right; ride back with me, and tell me every thing, Stringfellow.”
In half an hour we were at head-quarters. Stuart dismounted and entered his tent.
“You see I was right, Surry,” he said turning toward me, “and there is something in my instinct after all!”