“I am unable to tell exactly, for, as it chances, I have never yet been in the camp, but I should judge that two hours' riding will cover the distance.”
“Why,” in a tone of sudden surprise, “Captain Hale certainly told me it was all of twenty miles!”
“From Bear Creek?” I questioned eagerly, for it was my turn to feel startled now. “The map barely makes it ten.”
“It is but ten, and scarcely that, by the direct White Briar road, or, at least, so I heard some of the younger officers say; but it seems the Rebel pickets are posted so close to the White Briar that my friends decided it would be unsafe to proceed that way.”
This was news indeed,—news so unexpected and startling that I forgot all caution.
“Then what road do they call this?”
She laughed at my evident ignorance, as well as the eagerness of my tone.
“Really, you are a most peculiar guide,” she exclaimed gayly. “You almost convince me that you are lost. Fortunately, sir, out of my vast knowledge of this mysterious region, I am able to enlighten you to some extent. We are now riding due southward along the Allentown pike.”
Craig leaned forward so as to look across her horse's neck to where I rode on the opposite side.
“May I speak a word, sir?” he asked cautiously.