Before us stood one of the "blue birds." Nighthawk was
an unmistakable "Yankee."
Stuart gave him a few additional instructions, and having listened with
the air of a man who is engraving the words he hears upon his memory,
Nighthawk disappeared in the darkness, toward the private crossing,
where he intended to pass the river.
Half an hour afterward, Stuart was riding toward Germanna Ford. As we
approached, Mohun met us, and reported all quiet.
Stuart then turned back in the direction of Chancellorsville, where
Nighthawk was to report to him, before daylight, if possible.
XXVII.
MOHUN RIDES.
I lingered behind a moment to exchange a few words with Mohun.
Something told me that he was intimately connected with the business
which had occasioned the appointment between Nighthawk and Swartz--and
at the first words which I uttered, I saw that I was not mistaken.
Mohun raised his head quickly, listened with the closest attention, and
when I had informed him of every thing, said abruptly:--
"Well, I'll keep Nighthawk's appointment for him!"
"You!" I said.
"Yes, my dear Surry--this is a matter of more importance than you
think. The business will not take long--the enemy will not be moving
before daylight--and you said, I think, that the appointment was for
midnight?"
"Yes.
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