“Jeanne,” came her name in low tones from the underbrush at the side of the road.
Jeanne drew rein quickly and looked wonderingly about her. She saw nothing and thinking that she had imagined the call, she started to go on, when it came again.
“Jeanne! Jeanne! Wait a moment.”
Pale and trembling the girl stopped, and then to her astonishment Dick came breathlessly though the undergrowth.
“Dick!” she cried. “Oh, Dick!”
“I have waited and watched for this chance ever since I left the camp,” cried the lad. “Come with me, Jeanne. You have no business with these rebels.”
“But Colonel Peyton––” began Jeanne.
“Come,” cried Dick seizing the bridle of her horse. “I do not understand why you are here, but it is no place for you. I will take you home.”
“Will you, Dick?” asked the girl joyfully, preparing to dismount.
“Don’t get off the horse. We will need him. I don’t know just where our men are, and we may have a long distance to go.”