There was a well defined road and Shattuck now led them at a gallop. As they approached the springs they checked their speed, owing to the increasing darkness. But Dick’s good ears soon told him that something was happening at the springs. He heard faintly the sound of voices, and the clank and rattle which many men with weapons cannot keep from making now and then.
“I’m afraid, sir,” he said to Colonel Winchester, “that they’re already across.”
The little troop stopped at the command of its leader and all listened intently. It was very dark now and the wood was moaning, but the columns of air came directly from the wood, bearing clearly upon their crest the noises made by regiments.
“You’re right, Dick,” said Colonel Winchester, bitter mortification showing in his tone. “They’re there, and they’re on our side of the river. Oh, we might have known it! They say that Stonewall Jackson never sleeps, and they make no mistake, when they call his infantry foot cavalry!”
Dick was silent. He shared his leader’s intense disappointment, but he knew that it was not for him to speak at this moment.
“Mr. Shattuck,” said Colonel Winchester, “how near do you think we can approach without being seen?”
“I know a neck of woods leading within a hundred yards of the cottages. If we was to leave our horses here with a couple of men we could slip down among the trees and bushes, and there ain’t one chance in ten that we’d be seen on so dark a night.”
“Then you lead us. Pawley, you and Woodfall hold the horses. Now follow softly, lads! All of you have hunted the ‘coon and ‘possum at night, and you should know how to step without making noise.”
Shattuck advanced with certainty, and the others, true to their training, came behind him in single file, and without noise. But as they advanced the sounds of an army ahead of them increased, and when they reached the edge of the covert they saw a great Confederate division on their side of the stream, in full possession of the cottages and occupying all the ground about them. Many men were at work, restoring the wrecked bridge, but the others were eating their suppers or were at rest.
“There must be seven or eight thousand men here,” said Dick, who did not miss the full significance of the fact.
“So it seems,” said Warner, “and I’m afraid it bodes ill for General Pope.”