That was the work always assigned to the "Eyes and Ears" of the army
Stuart's cavalry; and the stout cavalier, now at the head of his
column, was on for the railroad, along which the enemy must retreat.
Another comedy was to follow--which came near being a tragedy.
Stuart steadily advanced, and about sunset had passed Auburn, when, as
he was riding at the head of his column, a messenger rode up hastily
from Gordon, holding the rear.
"Well!" said Stuart.
"The enemy are in your rear, general!"
"Impossible!"
"General Gordon sent me to say so."
Stuart turned and galloped back. Gordon came to meet him.
"The Yankee army are in our rear, general," said Gordon. "Come, and I
will show you."
And riding to an eminence he pointed out across the fields, in the
gathering gloom, long lines of infantry and artillery moving toward
Manassas.
Stuart gazed at them keenly. As he sat looking toward them, a staff
officer from the front came up rapidly.
"Well, captain!"
"The enemy are in front, general."
"Infantry?"
"Yes, with artillery."
Stuart looked at Gordon.
"A real trap," he said coolly, knitting his brows.
"Have they seen you, Gordon?" he asked.
"I think not, general."
"Well, so far all is well. There is nothing to do but to lay low, and
take the chances of getting out.
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