“We won’t forget this service, Mr. Lankford,” he said.
“I ain’t goin’ to let you forget it. Keep straight ahead an’ you’ll strike a cross-country road in ’bout a quarter of a mile. It leads you to the Potomac, an’ I reckon from now on you’ll have to take care of yourselves.”
Lankford melted away in the darkness as he rode back up the gorge, and the troop went on at a good pace across a country, half field, half forest. They came to a road which was smooth and hard, and increased their speed. They soon reached a region which several of their horsemen knew, and, as the night lightened a little, they rode fast toward the Potomac.
Harry looked at his watch and saw that it was not much past midnight. They would have ample opportunity for observation before morning. A half hour later they discerned dim lights ahead and they knew that the Potomac could not be far away.
They drew to one side in a bit of forest, and Sherburne again detached himself, Harry and eight others from the troop, which he left as before under the command of Marlowe.
“Wait here in the wood for us,” he said to his second in command. “We should be back by dawn. Of course, if any force of the enemy threatens you, you’ll have to do what seems best, and we’ll ride back to General Jackson alone.”
The ten went on a bit farther, using extreme care lest they run into a Northern picket. Fortunately the fringe of wood, in which they found shelter, continued to a point near the river, and as they went forward quietly they saw many lights. They heard also a great tumult, a mixture of many noises, the rumbling of cannon and wagon wheels, the cracking of drivers’ whips by the hundreds and hundreds, the sounds of drivers swearing many oaths, but swearing together and in an unbroken stream.
They rode to the crest of the hill, where they were well hidden among oaks and beeches, and there the whole scene burst upon them. The late moon had brightened, and many stars had come out as if for their especial benefit. They saw the broad stream of the Potomac shining like silver and spanned by a bridge of boats, on which a great force, horse, foot, artillery, and wagons, was crossing.
“That’s McClellan’s army,” said Harry.
“And coming into Virginia,” said Sherburne. “Well, we can’t help their entering the state, but we can make it a very uncomfortable resting place for them.”
“How many men do you suppose they have?”
“A hundred thousand here at the least, and others must be crossing elsewhere. But don’t you worry, Harry. We’ve got seventy thousand men of our own, and Lee and Jackson, who, as you have been told before, are equal to a hundred thousand more. McClellan will march out again faster than he has marched in.”
“Still, he’s shown more capacity than the other Union generals in the East, and his soldiers are devoted to him.”
“But he isn’t swift, Harry. While he’s thinking, Lee and Jackson have thought and are acting. Queer, isn’t it, that a young general should be slow, and older ones so much swifter. Why, General Lee must be nearly old enough to be General McClellan’s father.”
“It’s so, Captain, but those men are crossing fast. Listen how the cannon wheels rumble! And I know that a thousand whips are cracking at once. They’ll all be on our soil to-morrow.”
“So they will, but long before that time we’ll be back at General Jackson’s tent with the news of their coming.”
“If nothing gets in the way. Do you remember that man whom we saw on the hill watching, the one who I said was Shepard, the ablest and most daring of all their spies?”
“I haven’t forgotten him.”
“This man Shepard, Captain, is one of the most dangerous of all our enemies. The Union could much more easily spare one of its generals than Shepard. He’s omniscient. He’s a lineal descendant of Argus, and has all the old man’s hundred eyes, with a few extra ones added in convenient places. He’s a witch doctor, medicine man, and other things beside. I believe he’s followed us, that some way he’s picked up our trail somewhere. He may have been hanging on the rear of the troop when we came through the gorge.”