It was about noon when the cavalry arrived before the Southern works.  Dick, through his glasses, clearly saw the guns and columns of infantry, and also a body of Southern horse, drawn up on one flank of the hill.  He fancied that the Invincibles were among them, but at the distance he could not pick them from the rest.

The regiment remained stationary, awaiting the orders of Sheridan, and Dick still used his glasses.  He swept them again and again across the Confederate lines, and then he turned his attention to the mountains which here hemmed in the valley to such a straitened width.  He saw a signal station of the enemy on a culminating ridge called Three Top Mountain, and as the flags there were waving industriously he knew that every movement of the Union army would be communicated to Early’s troops below.

Yet the whole scene despite the fact that it was war, red war, appealed to Dick’s sense of the romantic and beautiful.  The fertile valley looked picturesque with its woods and fields, and on either side rose the ranges as if to protect it.  Mountains like trees always appealed to him, and the steep slopes were wooded densely.  Lower down they were brown, with touches of green that yet lingered, but higher up the glowing reds and golds of autumn were beginning to appear.  The wind that blew down from the crests was full of life.

Sheridan arrived and, riding before the center of his army, looked long and well at the Southern defenses.  Then he called his generals, and some of the colonels, including Winchester, and held a brief council.

“It means,” said Warner, while the colonel was yet away at the meeting, “that we won’t fight any this afternoon, but that we’ll do a lot of riding tonight.  That position is too strong to be attacked.  It would cost us too many men to take it straight away, but having seen a specimen of Little Phil’s quality we know that he’ll try something else.”

“You mean get on their flank,” said Dick.  “Maybe we can make a passage along the slopes of the mountains.”

“As the idea has occurred to me I take it that it will occur to Little Phil also,” said Warner.

“Are you sure that he hasn’t thought of it first?”

“My politeness forbids an answer.  I am but a lieutenant and he is our commander.”

The rest of the day was spent in massing the troops across the valley, the Winchester regiment being sent further west until it was against the base of the Massanuttons.  Here Shepard came in the twilight and conferred with Colonel Winchester, who called Dick.

“Dick,” he said, “Mr. Shepard thinks he can obtain information of value on the mountain.  He has an idea that some fighting may occur, and so it’s better for a small detachment to go with him.  I’ve selected you to lead the party, because you’re at home in the woods.”

“May I take Lieutenant Warner and Lieutenant Pennington with me?  It would hurt their feelings to be left behind.”