The country ahead was wild and rugged. If they had a rifle they could live on game, but as it was they could only hope for a chance to beg. As Tim idly studied the valley below he thought he heard a voice. He listened closely. It must be his imagination. There was nothing now but the sound of water, the squawk of a crow on the wing. It came again, louder at first, then carried away on the wind. In a minute or two Tim heard horses breaking the underbrush across the river. Through the trees he could see a column of cavalry wading in, pausing in the middle to water their horses. With the sun in his eyes and from this distance it was hard to see their uniforms, but they were gray, not blue, that much was certain. Tim slipped back into the cave and shook Red’s arm. Red pulled back and turned away. Tim shook his shoulder and Red sat up suddenly, wild-eyed, as if he’d been having a nightmarish dream. Tim pressed his hand to his lips and motioned to Red to come with him to the mouth of the cave. Red shook his head and blinked, then crawled up and perched beside Tim. The cavalrymen had begun to ride up the hill, moving now at a pretty good clip, away from the cave. Red squinted dazedly into the sun. “Those are Federal uniforms!” There was something wild in his voice. He gave a shout and jostled Tim as he burst free of the cleft in the rock and stood in full view. He was raising his hands to his mouth, to shout again, when Tim gave him a shove and knocked him to the ground. As Red rolled over, angry and surprised, Tim pinned him to the ground. “Those riders are Rebs.” Red glared and tried to roll free, then suddenly relaxed. “Are you positive?” “Positive. I was watching them before I woke you.” Tim peered around the rock to see if the riders had heard Red’s shout but the last one was just disappearing behind a little rise, going the same way as before. Red sat up with a haunted expression on his face. He spoke softly without turning around. “Did they hear me shout?” “Apparently not.” Red was breathing hard. He didn’t speak. Tim sat down nearby, quiet for a minute or two before he spoke. “I shouldn’t have wakened you suddenly.” Red’s eyes rested on the valley, watching for signs of other horsemen following the first. Tim said, “It could have been I who did that.” “But it wasn’t. You’re just as hungry, but not so hungry that you made yourself see ghosts.” “I’d been awake. I had time to consider.” “But think of a man like Kautz for instance. Can you imagine him doing what I did just now?” “He might have made the same mistake.” Tim smiled. “Kautz would have convinced me I was wrong.” “Not likely he would have made such a devilish big mistake.” “Kautz was a professional soldier. When you and I were fighting men we made ourselves think as soldiers think, but Kautz thought that way every minute of his life.” “You mean we aren’t soldiers any more.”