Another fifteen miles were passed; then Reuben saw the sergeant, with the little party ahead, suddenly draw rein.

He galloped forward to them.
"What is it, sergeant ?" "I am pretty sure I saw a black fellow's head, over that rock, sir.
It's a nasty piece of ground.

I noticed it yesterday, as I came along.

It would be the worst place to be attacked in of any we have passed.

If the blacks are here in force, they know what they are doing." Reuben examined the position.