"I haven't forgotten him."

"This man Shepard, Captain, is one of the most dangerous of all our
enemies. The Union could much more easily spare one of its generals
than Shepard. He's omniscient. He's a lineal descendant of Argus,
and has all the old man's hundred eyes, with a few extra ones added in
convenient places. He's a witch doctor, medicine man, and other things
beside. I believe he's followed us, that some way he's picked up our
trail somewhere. He may have been hanging on the rear of the troop when
we came through the gorge."

"Nonsense, Harry, you're turning the man into a supernatural being."

"That's just the way I feel about him."

"Then, if that's the case, we'd better be clearing out as fast as we
can. We've seen enough, anyhow. We'll go straight back to the company
and ride hard for the camp."

They reached the troop, which was waiting silently under the command
of the faithful Marlowe. But before they could gallop back toward the
south, the loud, clear call of a trumpet came from a point near by,
and it was followed quickly by the beat of many hoofs.

"I see him! It's Shepard," exclaimed Harry excitedly.

He had beheld what was almost the ghost of a horseman galloping among
the trees, followed in an instant by the more solid rush of the cavalry.