“I feel sure of it,” said Dick.  “Look! the stream ahead of us is lined with bushes which will afford concealment for our march, and the slopes beyond are covered with scrub forest.”

“Like ez not the gorillers come that way, an’ when we circle about we kin foller in thar tracks.”

Dick felt that fortune was showering her favors upon him.  The last star was now gone, and the entire sky was veiled.  The big flakes of snow were falling fast enough to help their concealment, but not fast enough to impede their movements.  A mile down the gorge and they halted, still unseen by the enemy, due doubtless to the heavy firing in the valley which was engrossing all the attention of the guerrillas.  They could hear it very distinctly where they were, and they were quite sure that it would not permit Slade and Skelly to detach any part of their force for purposes of observation.  So Dick gave orders for his men to turn and begin the ascent of the slope, under shelter of the scrub forest of cedars.  They were to go in a column four abreast, carefully treading in the tracks of one another, in order that they might not start a slide of snow.

Dick’s pulses beat hard, until they reached the shelter of the cedars, but no lurking guerrilla or posted sentinel saw them and they drew into the forest in silence and unobserved.  Here they paused a few minutes and listened to the heavy rifle fire in the valley.

“It looks like a success, sir,” said Shepard.  “If we catch ’em between two fires victory is surely ours.”

“Besides beatin’ ’em, thar’s one thing I hope fur,” said Reed.  “Ef that traitor Leonard hasn’t fell already I’m prayin’ that I git a look at him.  My old cap-an’-ball rifle here is jest ez true ez ever.”

The mountaineer’s eyes glittered again, and Dick did not feel that Leonard’s fate was in any doubt.  But there was little time for talk, as the column began the march again and pressed on under cover of the cedars until they came without interruption and triumphantly to the very crest of the slope.  The firing was still distinctly audible here, and the other half of the army was undoubtedly keeping the guerrillas busy.

On the summit Dick gave his men another brief breathing spell, and then they began their advance toward the battle.  He threw in advance the best of the sharpshooters and scouts, including Whitley, Shepard and Reed, and then followed swiftly with the others.  Half the distance and a man behind a tree saw them, shouted, fired and ran toward the guerrillas.

Dick, knowing that concealment was no longer possible, cried to his men to rush forward at full speed.  A light, scattering fire met them.  Two or three were wounded but none fell, and the entire column swept on at as much speed as the deep snow would allow, sending in shot after shot from their own rifles at the guerrillas clustered along the crests and slopes.  The light was sufficient for them to take aim, and as they were sharpshooters the fire was accurate and deadly.