command. The two forces were about to meet in that most terrible of all
combats, a cavalry charge by either side, when enemies looked into the
eyes of one another, and strong hands swung aloft the naked steel,
glittering in the moonlight.

"Bend low in the saddle," exclaimed the sergeant, "and then you'll miss
many a stroke!"

Dick obeyed promptly and their whole line swept forward over the grass to
meet the men in gray who were coming so swiftly against them. He saw a
thousand sabers uplifted, making a stream of light, and then the two
forces crashed together. It seemed to him that it was the impact of one
solid body upon another as solid, and then so much blood rushed to his
head that he could not see clearly. He was conscious only of a mighty
crash, of falling bodies, sweeping sabers, that terrible neigh again of
wounded horses, of sun-tanned faces, and of fierce eyes staring into his
own, and then, as the red mist thinned a little, he became conscious that
someone just before him was slashing at him with a long, keen blade.
He bent yet lower, and the sword passed over him, but as he rose a little
he cut back. His edge touched only the air, but he uttered a gasp of
horror as he saw Harry Kenton directly before him, and knew that they had
been striking at each other. He saw, too, the appalled look in Harry's
eyes, who at the same time had recognized his opponent, and then, in the
turmoil of battle, other horsemen drove in between.

That shiver of horror swept over Dick once more, and then came relief.
The charging horsemen had separated them in time, and he did not think it
likely that the chances of battle would bring Harry and him face to face
more than once. Then the red blur enclosed everything and he was warding
off the saber strokes of another man. The air was yet filled with the