"This is the twenty-second of the month.

The Spurgeons were going to sail into the Thompsons on the twenty-third, but Jed Thompson has beat them to it by a day, and attacked them on the twenty-second.

Good generalship!" "I call it terrible," murmured Anne Nesbit.
From their elevated position, the Overland Riders were able to observe the battle in all its details, and it was a thrilling sight.

They saw men fall, but whether from bullet or from stumbling the Overlanders did not know, for, in most instances, the fallen ones soon got to their feet and joined in the fight.

Now and then, however, one remained where he had dropped.
"I think the party on the mountainside is the Thompson party," announced Grace, who had been observing through her binoculars.