It was impossible for Harry to restrain a vivid feeling of exultation.
He was in the open, and he was leaving the Northern cavalry far behind.
Nor was it likely that any further enemy would appear now between him
and Jackson's army. Chance had certainly favored him. What a glorious
goddess Chance was when she happened to be on your side! Then
everything fell out as you wished it. You could not go wrong.

The horse he rode was even better than the one he had lost, and a pair
of splendid pistols in holsters lay across the saddle. He could account
for two enemies if need be, but when he looked back he saw no pursuers
in sight, and he slowed his pace in order not to overtax the horse.

Not long afterwards he saw the Southern pickets belonging to the
vanguard of the Invincibles. St. Clair himself was with them, and
when he saw Harry he galloped forward, uttering a shout.

St. Clair had known of the errand upon which Harry had gone with
Sherburne, and now he was alarmed to see him riding back alone, worn
and covered with dust.

"What's the matter, Harry?" he cried, "and where are the others?"

"Nothing's the matter with me, and I don't know where the others are.
But, Arthur, I've got to see General Jackson at once! Where is he?"

Harry's manner was enough to impress his comrade, who knew him so well.