"I met him when President Davis was inaugurated at Montgomery and I saw him again at Washington.

His name is Shepard, the most skillful and daring of all the Union spies." "I've heard you speak of that fellow before," said Sherburne, "and since we've put him to flight, I think we'd better stop.

Ten to one, if we follow him over the brow of the hill, he'll lead us into an ambush." "I think you're right, Captain, and it's likely, too, that he'll come back soon with a heavy cavalry detachment.

I've no doubt that thousands of Union horsemen are this side of the river." Sherburne was impressed by Harry's words, and the little detachment, returning at a gallop, joined the main troop, which was now close to a considerable stretch of forest.
"Ah, there they are!" exclaimed Harry, looking back at the hill on which he had seen the lone horseman.
A powerful body of cavalry showed for a moment against the sun, which was burning low and red in the west.

The background was so intense and vivid that the horsemen did not form a mass, but every figure stood detached, a black outline against the sky.