t of us."

"You know you couldn't win the war without me," said Langdon.

They talked a little more together, then trumpets blew, the work was
done and they must withdraw to their own armies. They had been engaged
in a grewsome task, but Dick was glad to the bottom of his heart to have
been sent upon it. He had learned that Harry still lived, and he had met
him. He did not understand until then how dear his cousin was to him.
They were more like brothers than cousins. It was like the affection
their great-grandfathers, Henry Ware and Paul Cotter, had felt for each
other, although those famous heroes of the border had always fought
side by side, while their descendants were compelled to face each other
across a gulf.

They shook hands and withdrew slowly. At the edge of the field, Dick
turned to wave another farewell, and he found that Harry, actuated
by the same motive at the same time, had also turned to make a like
gesture. Each waved twice, instead of once, and then they disappeared
among the woods. Dick returned to Colonel Winchester.

"While we were under the flag of truce I met my cousin, Harry Kenton,"
he said.

"One of the lucky fortunes of war."

"Yes, sir, I was very glad to see him. I did not know how glad I was
until I came away. He says that we can never beat Jackson, that nothing
but death can ever stop him."

"Youth often deceives itself, nor is age any exception. Never lose hope,
Dick."

"I don't mean to do so, sir."

The next morning, when Dick was with one of the outposts, a man of
powerful build, wonderfully quick and alert in his movements, appeared.
His coming was so quick and silent that he seemed to rise from the
earth, and Dick was startled. The man's face was uncommon. His features
were of great strength, the eyes being singularly vivid and penetrating.
He was in civilian's dress, but he promptly showed a pass from General
Pope, and Dick volunteered to take him to headquarters, where he said he
wished to go.

Dick became conscious as they walked along that the man was examining
him minutely with those searching eyes of his which seemed to look one
through and through.

"You are Lieutenant Richard Mason," said the stranger presently, "and
you have a cousin, Harry Kenton, also a lieutenant, but in the army of
Stonewall Jackson."

Dick stared at him in amazement.

"Everything you say is true," he said, "but how did you know it?"

"It's my business to know. Knowledge is my sole pu