As I got close to him, however, in
the woods, he recognized me in turn, and we crossed swords. He is
brave--no man braver; and he did his utmost to put an end to me. I had
somewhat similar views myself in reference to my friend, the colonel,
but his men interposed and prevented my carrying them out. They were
all around me, slashing away. I was nearly cut out of the saddle--I was
carried away from my friend in the melee--and the unkindest cut of all
was his parting compliment as he retreated through the river."
"What was that, Mohun?"
"A bullet from his pistol, which grazed my shoulder. A mere scratch,
but provoking. I saw him grin as he fired."
"An old friend on the Yankee side? Well, that happens," said Stuart--
"Frequently, general," said Mohun; "and this one was _very_ dear,
indeed--most tenderly attached to me, I assure you. My affection for
him is of the same endearing nature: and we only crossed sabres in
jest--a mere fencing bout for amusement. We would not hurt each other
for worlds!"
And Mohun's mustache curled with laughter. There was something restless
and sinister in it.
Suddenly his face grew paler, and his eyes were half closed.
"Well, Mohun," said Stuart, who was not looking at him; "I am going to
send you across the river on a reconnaissance to-night.
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