"That's not our men," said Willy. "Hugh and the General haven't any horses."
"No; that's the Yankees," said Frank. "Let's lie down. They may hear us."
The boys flung themselves upon the ground and almost held their breath until the horses had passed out of hearing.
"Do you reckon they are hunting for us?" asked Willy in an awed whisper.
"No, for Hugh and the General. Come on."
They rose, went tipping a little deeper into the pines, and again made their way toward the cave.
"Maybe they've caught 'em," suggested Willy.
"They can't catch 'em in these pines," replied Frank. "You can't see any distance at all. A horse can't get through, and the General and Hugh could shoot 'em, and then get away before they could catch 'em."
"Frank, suppose they take us for Yankees?"