Harry was deeply moved.  Kinship and the long comradeship of youth count for much.  Perhaps for more in the South than anywhere else.  Stirred by a sudden emotion he took off his cap and waved it as a signal of hail and farewell.  The four removed their own caps and waved them also.  Then they turned their horses in unison, rode over the hill and were gone from Dick’s sight.

Sergeant Whitley was not educated, but his experience was vast, he knew men and he had the gift of sympathy.  He understood Dick’s feelings.

“All civil wars are cruel,” he said.  “The killing of one’s own people is worst of all.”

But as they went on, Dick’s melancholy fell from him, and he had only pleasant recollections of the meeting.  Besides, the continued movement and freedom were inspiriting in the highest degree to youth.  Although it was August the day was cool, and the blue sky of Virginia was never brighter.  A refreshing breeze blew from dim, blue mountains that they could see far ahead, and, as they entered a wide stretch of open country where ambush was impossible, the trumpets called in the flankers.

“We shall make the lower mountains about midnight, and we’d better camp then until dawn.  Don’t you think so, gentlemen?” asked Colonel Hertford of his associate colonels, Winchester and Bedford.

“The plan seems sound to me,” replied Bedford, the Pennsylvanian.  “Of course, we want to reach Sheridan as soon as possible, but if we push the horses too hard we’ll break them down.”

Dick had dropped back with Warner and Pennington, but he heard the colonels talking.

“We all saw General Sheridan at the great battles in the West,” he said.  “I particularly remember how he planted himself and the batteries at Perryville and saved us from defeat, but he seems to be looming up so much more now in the East.”

“He’s become the Stuart of our side,” said Warner.  “I’ve heard some of the people at Washington don’t believe in him, but he has General Grant’s confidence and that’s enough for me.  Not that I put military authority over civil rule, but war has to be fought by soldiers.  I look for lively times in the Valley of Virginia.”

“Anyway, the Lord has delivered me from the trenches at Petersburg,” said Pennington.  “Think of me, used to roaming over a thousand miles of plains, shut up between mud walls only four or five feet apart.”

“I believe that, with Sheridan, you’re going to have all the roaming you want,” said Dick.

They passed silent farm houses, but took nothing from them.  Ample provision was carried on extra horses or their own, and the three colonels were anxious not to inflame the country by useless seizures.  Twilight came, and the low mountains sank away in the dusk.  But they had already reached a higher region where nearly all the hills were covered with forest, and Colonel Hertford once more spread out the flankers, Dick and the sergeant, as before, taking the right with their little troop.