See, two
lights are winking at each other now!"
"How far apart would you say they are, Ohio?"
"A mile, maybe, but one is much higher than the other up the mountain.
The lower light, doubtless, is signaling information about us to the
higher. I see your colonel and our colonel talking together. Maybe
we're going to set a trap. It would be a good thing if we could clean
out those fellows."
"I'm thinking that your guess is a good one," said Dick, as he rose to
his feet, "because Colonel Winchester is beckoning to me now."
"And there's a call for me, too," said Ohio, rising. "Talk of a thing
and it happens. We're surely going for those lights."
They had reckoned right. General Thomas, when he saw the signals,
had summoned some of his best officers and they had talked together
earnestly. The general had not said much before, but the incessant
sharpshooting from the bushes and slopes as they marched southward had
caused him intense annoyance, and, if continued, he knew that it would
hurt the spirit of the troops.
"We shall try to trap Slade's band to-night," said Colonel Winchester to
Dick and the other young officers who gathered around him.
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