I was in the fight over yonder near Mount Laurel night before last when we captured Delavan's forage train--" "What!" burst in the dragoon officer.

"Was Delavan defeated, then?
Hadn't Grant joined him ?" "Yes to both questions, sir.

Delavan was killed, and Grant surrendered.
He and his men were paroled, and started for Philadelphia last evening from here." "From here!" incredulously.

"That must be a lie, Colonel, for Mount Laurel is between here and the city." "Nevertheless, it is no lie," I retorted promptly, looking the young fool in the eyes.

"I was hiding here for reasons of my own when they came tramping in along that road about the middle of the forenoon yesterday.
There was near a hundred Hessians and Rangers, with two German officers, and Grant.