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 d.i.c.k. "Maybe we can make a pa.s.sage 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 ma.s.sing the troops across the valley, the Winchester regiment being sent further west until it was against the base of the Ma.s.sanuttons. Here Shepard came in the twilight and conferred with Colonel Winchester, who called d.i.c.k.
"d.i.c.k," 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."
"Yes. Under no circ.u.mstances must the feelings of those two young men be hurt," laughed Colonel Winchester.
"And Sergeant Whitley, too? He"s probably the best scout in our army. He can follow a trail where there is no trail. He can see in the pitchy dark, and he can hear the leaves falling."
"High recommendations, but they"re almost true. Take the sergeant by all means. I fancy you"ll need him."
The whole party numbered about a dozen, and Shepard was the guide. It was dismounted, of course, as the first slope they intended to carry was too steep for a horse to climb. They were also heavily armed, it being absolutely certain that Southern riflemen were on Ma.s.sanutton Mountain.
d.i.c.k and Shepard were in the lead, and, climbing up at a sharp angle, they quickly disappeared from the view of those below. It was as if night and the wilderness had blotted them out, but every member of the little party felt relief and actual pleasure in the expedition. Something mysterious and unknown lay before them, and they were anxious to find out what it was.
Shepard whispered to d.i.c.k of the care that they must take against their foes, and Warner whispered to Pennington that the mountain was really fine, although finer ridges could be found in Vermont.
Two hundred yards up, and Shepard, touching d.i.c.k"s shoulder, pointed to the valley. The whole party stopped and looked back. Although themselves buried in brown foliage they saw the floor of the valley all the way to the mountains on the other side, and it was a wonderful sight, with its two opposing lines of camp fires that shot up redly and glowed across the fields. Now and then they saw figures of men moving against a crimson background, but no sound of the armies came to them. Peace and silence were yet supreme on the mountain.
"It makes you feel that you"re not only above it in the body, but that you are not a part of it at all," said Shepard.
d.i.c.k was not surprised at his words. He had learned long since that the spy was an uncommon man, much above most of those who followed his calling.
"It gives me a similar feeling of detachment," he said, "but we know just the same that they"re going to fight again tomorrow, and that we"ll probably be in the thick of it. I hope, Mr. Shepard, that our victory yesterday marks the beginning of the end."
"I think it does, Mr. Mason. If we clean up the valley, and we"ll do it, Lee"s flank and Richmond will be exposed. He"ll have to come out of his trenches then, and that will give Grant a chance to attack him with an overwhelming force. The Confederacy is as good as finished, but I"ve never doubted the result for a moment."
"I"ve worried a little at times. It seemed to me now and then that all those big defeats in Virginia might make our people too weary to go on. Why is that light flaring so high on Fisher"s Hill?"
"It may be a signal. Possibly the Southerners are replying to it with another fiery signal on this mountain. We can"t see the crest of Ma.s.sanutton from this slope."
"You seem to know every inch of the ground in this region. How did you manage to learn it so thoroughly?"
"I was born in the valley not far from here. I"ve climbed over Ma.s.sanutton many a time. Not far above us is a grove of splendid nut trees, and along the edge of it runs a ravine. I mean to lead the way up the ravine, Mr. Mason. It will give us shelter from the scouts and spies of the enemy."
"Shelter is what we want. I"ve no taste for being shot obscurely here on the side of the mountain."
"Then keep close behind me, all of you," said Shepard. "We"re above the steepest part now, and I know a little path that leads to the ravine. Don"t stumble if you can help it."
The path was nothing more than a trace, but it sufficed to give them a surer footing, and in eight or ten minutes they reached the ravine which ran in a diagonal line across the face of the mountain, gradually ascending to the summit. The ravine itself was not more than three or four feet deep, but as its banks were thickly lined with dwarfed cedar they were completely hidden unless they should chance to meet the Southern riflemen, coming down the mountain by the same way.
The ravine at one point led out on a bare shoulder of the slope, and looking over the little pines they clearly saw a fire blazing on the crest and waving flags silhouetted before its glow. Far below, at Fisher"s Hill, flags were waving also.
"Quite a lively talk," whispered Shepard. "I suppose the lookouts are telling a lot about our army."
"But it won"t make much difference," said d.i.c.k. "By the time they"ve spelled out from the flags what Sheridan is doing he"ll be doing something else."
They resumed their climb and the ravine led again into dense forest. Sergeant Whitley had moved up by the side of Shepard, as they were now near the enemy, and his great scouting abilities were needed. It was a wise precaution, as presently he held up his hand, and then, at a signal from him, the whole party climbed softly out of the ravine, and crouched among the little cedars.
Now d.i.c.k himself heard what the sergeant had heard perhaps a half minute earlier, that is, the footsteps of two men coming swiftly down the ravine. In another minute they came in sight, Confederate troopers, obviously scouting. Luckily, the ravine being stony and the light bad, they did not see any trail, left by Shepard"s troop, and they went on down the ravine.
"Shall we go on?" asked d.i.c.k.
"Not yet, sir," replied Shepard. "They don"t suspect that we"re up here, and it"s likely they"re trying for a good view of our army. But I fancy they"ll be returning in a few minutes. We"d best be very quiet, sir."
d.i.c.k cautioned the men, and they lay as still as wild animals in their coverts. In about ten minutes the two riflemen came back up the ravine, and the hidden troopers could hear them talking.
"We"ll try some other part of the slope, Jack," said one.
"Yes, that was a bad view," rejoined the other. "We couldn"t tell a thing about the Yankee movements from down there. We can leave the ravine higher up, and I know a path that leads toward the north."
"There"s not much good in finding out about "em anyway. That fellow Sheridan is going to press us hard, and they have everything, numbers, arms, food, while we have next to nothing."
"But we"ll fight "em anyhow. Still, I wish old Stonewall was here."
"But he ain"t here, and we"ll have to do the best we can without him."
Their voices were lost, as they pa.s.sed up the ravine and disappeared.
Then d.i.c.k and his little party came out cautiously, and followed.
"I gather from what those two said that Early"s men are depressed," said d.i.c.k.
"They"ve a right to be," replied Shepard. "Their army is in bad shape, besides being small, and now that we have a real leader we are, I think, sure to clean up the valley."
"But there"ll be plenty of hard fighting."
"Yes. We"ll have to win what we get."
The ravine widened and deepened a little, and they stopped. Sergeant Whitley in his capacity of chief scout and trailer climbed up the rocky side and looked about a little, while the others waited. He returned in two or three minutes, and d.i.c.k saw, by the moonlight, that his face expressed surprise.
"What is it, sergeant?" asked d.i.c.k.
"A woman is on the mountain. She pa.s.sed by the ravine not long since, perhaps not a half hour ago."
"A woman at such a time? Why, sergeant, it"s impossible!"
"No, sir, it isn"t. See here!"
He opened his left hand. Within the palm lay a tiny bit of thin gray cloth.