of　undergrowth　on　either　side。　And　as　he　watched；　so　did　he
  listen；　though　he　rode　on　in　silence；　save　for　the　boom　of
  heavy　guns　from　far　to　the　west。　This　had　been　sounding
  monotonously　in　his　ears　for　hours；　and　only　its　cessation
  could　have　aroused　his　notice。　For　he　had　business　closer　to
  hand。　Across　his　saddle…bow　was　balanced　a　carbine。
  So　tensely　was　he　strung；　that　a　bunch　of　quail；　exploding　into
  flight　from　under　his　horse's　nose；　startled　him　to　such　an
  extent　that　automatically；　instantly；　he　had　reined　in　and
  fetched　the　carbine　halfway　to　his　shoulder。　He　grinned
  sheepishly；　recovered　himself；　and　rode　on。　So　tense　was　he；　so
  bent　upon　the　work　he　had　to　do；　that　the　sweat　stung　his　eyes
  unwiped；　and　unheeded　rolled　down　his　nose　and　spattered　his
  saddle　pommel。　The　band　of　his　cavalryman's　hat　was
  fresh…stained　with　sweat。　The　roan　horse　under　him　was　likewise
  wet。　It　was　high　noon　of　a　breathless　day　of　heat。　Even　the
  birds　and　squirrels　did　not　dare　the　sun；　but　sheltered　in
  shady　hiding　places　among　the　trees。
  Man　and　horse　were　littered　with　leaves　and　dusted　with　yellow
  pollen；　for　the　open　was　ventured　no　more　than　was　compulsory。
  They　kept　to　the　brush　and　trees；　and　invariably　the　man　halted
  and　peered　out　before　crossing　a　dry　glade　or　naked　stretch　of
  upland　pasturage。　He　worked　always　to　the　north；　though　his　way
  was　devious；　and　it　was　from　the　north　that　he　seemed　most　to
  apprehend　that　for　which　he　was　looking。　He　was　no　coward；　but
  his　courage　was　only　that　of　the　average　civilized　man；　and　he
  was　looking　to　live；　not　die。
  Up　a　small　hillside　he　followed　a　cowpath　through　such　dense
  scrub　that　he　was　forced　to　dismount　and　lead　his　horse。　But
  when　the　path　swung　around　to　the　west；　he　abandoned　it　and
  headed　to　the　north　again　along　the　oak…covered　top　of　the
  ridge。
  The　ridge　ended　in　a　steep　descent…so　steep　that　he　zigzagged
  back　and　forth　across　the　face　of　the　slope；　sliding　and
  stumbling　among　the　dead　leaves　and　matted　vines　and　keeping　a
  watchful　eye　on　the　horse　above　that　threatened　to　fall　down
  upon　him。　The　sweat　ran　from　him；　and　the　pollen…dust；　settling
  pungently　in　mouth　and　nostrils；　increased　his　thirst。　Try　as
  he　would；　nevertheless　the　descent　was　noisy；　and　frequently　he
  stopped；　panting　in　the　dry　heat　an　d　listening　for　any　warning
  from　beneath。
  At　the　bottom　he　came　out　on　a　flat；　so　densely　forested　that
  he　could　not　make　out　its　extent。　Here　the　character　of　the
  woods　changed；　and　he　was　able　to　remount。　Instead　of　the
  twisted　hillside　oaks；　tall　straight　trees；　big…trunked　and
  prosperous；　rose　from　the　damp　fat　soil。　Only　here　and　there
  were　thickets；　easily　avoided；　while　he　encountered　winding；
  park…like　glades　where　the　cattle　had　pastured　in　the　days
  before　war　had　run　them　off。
  His　progress　was　more　rapid　now；　as　he　came　down　into　the
  valley；　and　at　the　end　of　half　an　hour　he　halted　at　an　ancient
  rail　fence　on　the　edge　of　a　clearing。　He　did　not　like　the
  openness　of　it；　yet　his　path　lay　across　to　the　fringe　of　trees
  that　marked　the　banks　of　the　stream。　It　was　a　mere　quarter　of　a
  mile　across　that　open；　but　the　thought　of　venturing　out　in　it
  was　repugnant。　A　rifle；　a　score　of　them；　a　thousand；　might　lurk
  in　that　fringe　by　the　stream。
  Twice　he　essayed　to　start；　and　twice　he　paused。　He　was　appalled
  by　his　own　loneliness。　The　pulse　of　war　that　beat　from　the　West
  suggested　the　companionship　of　battling　thousands；　here　was
  naught　but　silence；　and　himself；　and　possible　death…dealing
  bullets　from　a　myriad　ambushes。　And　yet　his　task　was　to　find
  what　he　feared　to　find。　He　must　on；　and　on；　till　somewhere；
  some　time；　he　encountered　another　man；　or　other　men；　from　the
  other　side；　scouting；　as　he　was　scouting；　to　make　report；　as　he
  must　make　report；　of　having　come　in　touch。
  Changing　his　mind；　he　skirted　inside　the　woods　for　a　distance；
  and　again　peeped　forth。　This　time；　in　the　middle　of　the
  clearing；　he　saw　a　small　farmhouse。　There　were　no　signs　of
  life。　No　smoke　curled　from　the　chimney；　not　a　barnyard　fowl
  clucked　and　strutted。　The　kitchen　door　stood　open；　and　he　gazed
  so　long　and　hard　into　the　black　aperture　that　it　seemed　almost
  that　a　farmer's　wife　must　emerge　at　any　moment。
  He　licked　the　pollen　and　dust　from　his　dry　lips；　stiffened
  himself；　mind　and　body；　and　rode　out　into　the　blazing　sunshine。
  Nothing　stirred。　He　went　on　past　the　house；　and　approached　the
  wall　of　trees　and　bushes　by　the　river's　bank。　One　thought
  persisted　maddeningly。　It　was　of　the　crash　into　his　body　of　a
  high…velocity　bullet。　It　made　him　feel　very　fragile　and
  defenseless；　and　he　crouched　lower　in　the　saddle。
  Tethering　his　horse　in　the　edge　of　the　wood；　he　continued　a
  hundred　yards　on　foot　till　he　came　to　the　stream。　Twenty　feet
  wide　it　was；　without　perceptible　current；　cool　and　inviting；
  and　he　was　very　thirsty。　But　he　waited　inside　his　screen　of
  leafage；　his　eyes　fixed　on　the　screen　on　the　opposite　side。　To
  make　the　wait　endurable；　he　sat　down；　his　carbine　resting　on
  his　knees。　The　minutes　passed；　and　slowly　his　tenseness
  relaxed。　At　last　he　decided　there　was　no　danger；　but　just　as　he
  prepared　to　part　the　bushes　and　bend　down　to　the　water；　a
  movement　among　the　opposite　bushes　caught　his　eye。
  It　might　be　a　bird。　But　he　waited。　Again　there　was　an　agitation
  of　the　bushes；　and　then；　so　suddenly　that　it　almost　startled　a
  cry　from　him；　the　bushes　parted　and　a　face　peered　out。　It　was　a
  face　covered　with　several　weeks'　growth　of　ginger…colored
  beard。　The　eyes　were　blue　and　wide　apart；　with
  laughter…wrinkles　in　the　comers　that　showed　despite　the　tired
  and　anxious　expression　of　the　whole　face。
  All　this　he　could　see　with　microscopic　clearness；　for　the
  distance　was　no　more　than　twenty　feet。　And　all　this　he　saw　in
  such　brief　time；　that　he　saw　it　as　he　lifted　his　carbine　to　his
  shoulder。　He　glanced　along　the　sights；　and　knew　that　he　was
  gazing　upon　a　man　who　was　as　good　as　dead。　It　was　impossible　to
  miss　at　such　point　blank　range。
  But　he　did　not　shoot。　Slowly　he　lowered　the　carbine　and
  watched。　A　hand；　clutching　a　water…bottle；　became　visible　and
  the　ginger　beard　bent　downward　to　fill　the　bottle。　He　could
  hear　the　gurgle　of　the　water。　Then　arm　and　bottle　and　ginger
  beard　disappeared　behind　the　closing　bushes。　A　long　time　he
  waited；　when；　with　thirst　unslaked；　he　crept　back　to　his　horse；
  rode　slowly　across　the　sun…washed　clearing；　and　passed　into　the
  shelter　of　the　woods　beyond。
  II
  Another　day；　hot　and　breathless。　A　deserted　farmhouse；　large；
  with　many　outbuildings　and　an　orchard；　standing　in　a　clearing。
  From　the　Woods；　on　a　roan　horse；　carbine　across　pommel；　rode
  the　young　man　with　the　quick　black　eyes。　He　breathed　with
  relief　as　he　gained　the　house。　That　a　fight　had　taken　place
  here　earlier　in　the　season　was　evident。　Clips　and　empty
  cartridges；　tarnished　with　verdigris；　lay　on　the　ground；　which；
  while　wet；　had　been　torn　up　by　the　hoofs　of　horses。　Hard　by　the
  kitchen　garden　were　graves；　tagged　and　numbered。　From　the　oak
  tree　by　the　kitchen　door；　in　tattered；　weatherbeaten　garments；
  hung　the　bodies　of　two　men。　The　faces；　shriveled　and　defaced；
  bore　no　likeness　to　the　faces　of　men。　The　roan　horse　snorted
  beneath　them；　and　the　rider　caressed　and　soothed　it　and　tied　it
  farther　away。
  Entering　the　house；　he　found　the　interior　a　wreck。　He　trod　on
  empty　cartridges　as　he　walked　from　room　to　room　to　reconnoiter
  from　the　windows。　Men　had　camped　and　slept　everywhere；　and　on
  the　floor　of　one　room　he　came　upon　stains　unmistakable　where
  the　wounded　had　been　laid　down。
  Again　outside；　he　led　the　horse　around　behind　the　barn　and
  invaded　the　orchard。　A　dozen　trees　were　burdened　with　ripe
  apples。　He　filled　his　pockets；　eating　while　he　picked。　Then　a
  thought　came　to　him；　and　he　glanced　at　the　sun；　calculating　the
  time　of　his　return　to　camp。　He　pulled　off　his　shirt；　tying　the
  sleeves　and　making　a　bag。　This　he　proceeded　to　fill　with
  apples。
  As　he　was　about　to　mount　his　horse；　the　animal　suddenly　pricked
  up　its　ears。　The　man；　too；　listened；　and　heard；　faintly；　the
  thud　of　hoofs　on　soft　earth。　He　crept　to　the　corner　of　the　barn
  and　peered　out。　A　dozen　mounted　men；　strung　out　loosely；
  approaching　from　the　opposite　side　of　the　clearing；　were　only　a
  matter　of　a　hundred　yards　or　so　away。　They　rode　on　to　the
  house。　Some　dismounted；　while　others　remained　in　the　saddle　as
  an　earnest　that　their　stay　would　be　short。　They　seemed　to　be
  holding　a　council；　for　he　could　hear　them　talking　excitedly　in
  the　detested　tongue　of　the　alien　invader。　The　time　passed；　but
  they　seemed　unable　to　reach　a　decision。　He　put　the　carbine　away
  in　its　boot；　mounted；　and　waited　impatiently；　balancing　the
  shirt　of　apples　on　the　pommel。
  He　heard　footsteps　approaching；　and　drove　his　spurs　so　fiercely
  into　the　roan　as　to　force　a　surprised　groan　from　the　animal　as
  it