When Dick awoke it was nearly noon, and he still felt sore from his exertions.  An hour later they all mounted and rode again toward Nashville.  Near night they boldly entered a small village and bought food.  The inhabitants were all strongly Southern, but villagers love to talk, and they learned there in a manner admitting of no doubt, that the Confederate army was retreating southward from the line of the Cumberland, that the state capital had been abandoned, and that to the eastward of them the Union army, under Buell, was advancing swiftly on Nashville.

“At least we accomplished our mission,” said Colonel Winchester with some return of cheerfulness.  “We have discovered the retreat of General Johnston’s whole army, and the abandonment of Nashville, invaluable information to General Grant.  But we’ll press on toward Nashville nevertheless.”

They camped the next night in a forest and kept a most vigilant watch.  If those terrible raiders led by Forrest should strike them again they could make but little defense.

They came the next morning upon a good road and followed it without interruption until nearly noon, when they saw the glint of arms across a wide field.  Colonel Winchester drew his little troop back into the edge of the woods, and put his field glasses to his eyes.

“There are many men, riding along a road parallel to ours,” he said.  “They look like an entire regiment, and by all that’s lucky, they’re in the uniforms of our own troops.  Yes, they’re our own men.  There can be no mistake.  It is probably the advance guard of Buell’s army.”

They still had a trumpet, and at the colonel’s order it was blown long and loud.  An answering call came from the men on the parallel road, and they halted.  Then Colonel Winchester’s little troop galloped forward and they were soon shaking hands with the men of a mounted regiment from Ohio.  They had been sent ahead by Buell to watch Johnston’s army, but hearing of the abandonment of Nashville, they were now riding straight for the city.  Colonel Winchester and his troop joined them gladly and the colonel rode by the side of the Ohio colonel, Mitchel.

Dick and his young comrades felt great relief.  He realized the terrible activity of Forrest, but that cavalry leader, even if he had not now gone south, would hesitate about attacking the powerful regiment with which Dick now rode.  Warner and Pennington shared his feelings.

“The chances are ninety per cent in our favor,” said the Vermonter, “that we’ll ride into Nashville without a fight.  I’ve never been in Tennessee before, and I’m a long way from home, but I’m curious to see this city.  I’d like to sleep in a house once more.”

They rode into Nashville the next morning amid frowning looks, but the half deserted city offered no resistance.

CHAPTER XIII

IN THE FOREST