To her joy the sentry merely glancing up allowed them to pass. “We must separate now,” said Mara a minute later. “I trust you will have no further trouble.” “Have no fear for me. But to whom am I indebted for this kind act?” “To the Wizard Scout,” replied Mara, and the next instant he was alone. “A strange man,” mused Cavalry Curt. “But I have no time to waste in speculation. As I am not needed here I must start for the general’s headquarters. He will think I am a tardy errand-boy.” But Cavalry Curt was not on his own footing yet. In the very heart of the enemy’s encampment it was no easy matter to run the gantlet of his foes. His disguise, however, seemed sufficient, for few had seen his face. Again, he was familiar with every rod of the country. With full confidence in his ability to escape he coolly followed his course. The boom of cannon was heard in the distance, coming from the direction of Rocky Face Mountain. It told that the fight at Buzzard’s Roost Gap had begun. “I am more needed at Reseca,” he mused. “Thither will I shape my course. Ha! as I live Johnston is sending troops to that place. He has discovered Sherman’s ruse. I wonder if McPherson will fall into the trap. I--it is a risky undertaking, but I am in for it. I----” “Helloa, Charley,” exclaimed some one breaking in upon his thoughts, “ain’t your regiment going to Reseca!” The speaker had stepped from one of the tents near at hand. “Hang it, yes,” growled Curt in a disguised tone, instantly adapting himself to the new situation. “And I’m in a deuced of a fix.” “I thought the 20th was going. What’s the trouble?” “My equipments are down to the barracks. I just stepped into Jackson’s mess. Let me take your gun. Quick or I shall be too late. The last call has sounded.” “Well, here’s your shooter. Tell me how many Yanks you kill. I wish I was going. I’ve got----” But Cavalry Curt stopped to hear no more. Snatching the gun from the other’s hands he started on a run toward the troops. “The 20th,” he panted of a corporal. “To the right, sir.” Watching his opportunity he fell into the ranks and a few minutes later was marching with the Confederates on toward Reseca. In less than half an hour he had escaped from the guard-house and with a recklessness of spirit that characterized his conduct had joined the Southern ranks. Wild as the move seemed it proved to have been the very best he could have made. In less than another half hour the news of his escape flew over the encampment like wildfire. His name was on every lip and an exciting search was made for him. For a time at least he was safe from them. One other little incident deserves our attention before we turn to record the fortunes of Mara Morland. It may have been two hours after the escape of Cavalry Curt was discovered that General Johnston was startled by the appearance of an old man in his tent.