"I guess you're trying to be funny. Why do you carry both a rifle and a shotgun?" "In order to hit the target with one, if the other misses. I always use the rifle first, because if the bullet doesn't get home the shotgun, spreading its charge over a much wider area, is likely to do something." "Now I know you're trying to be funny. As I'm going about my business as fast as I can, I'll leave you here." "I like you so well that I can't bear to see you go. Don't move. My rifle covers your heart exactly and you are not more than ten feet away. I shall have no possible need of the shotgun. Keep your hands away from your belt. You're in a dangerous position, Mr. Haskell." "I believe you're an infernal rebel." "Take out the objectionable adjective 'infernal' and you're right. Keep those hands still, I tell you." "What do you want?" "Your dispatches! Oh, I must have 'em. Unbutton your coat and waistcoat and hand 'em to me at once. I hate to take human life, but war demands a terrible service, and I mean what I say!" His voice rang with determination. The man slowly unbuttoned his waistcoat and took out a folded dispatch. "Put it on the ground in front of you. That's right, and don't you reach for it again. Now, lay your canteen beside it!" "What in thunder do you want with my canteen? It's empty!" "I can fill it again. This is a well watered country. That's right; put it beside the dispatch. Now you walk about one hundred yards to the right with your back to me. If you look around at all I fire, and I'm a good marksman. Stand there ten minutes, and then you can move on! That's right! Now march!" The man walked away slowly and when he had gone about half the distance Harry, picking up the dispatch, took flight again across the fields. Climbing a fence, he looked back and saw the figure of John Haskell, standing motionless on a hill. He knew that the man was not likely to remain in that position more than half the allotted time. It was certain that he would soon turn, despite the risk, but Harry was already beyond his reach. He leaped from the fence, crossed another field and entered a wood. There he paused among the trees and saw Haskell returning. But when he had come a little distance, he shook his head doubtfully, and then walked toward the north. "A counsel of wisdom," chuckled Harry, who was going in quite another direction. "I think I'll read my dispatch now." He opened it and blessed his luck. It was from Meade to Pleasanton, directing him to cut in with all the cavalry he could gather on the enemy's flank. The Potomac was in great flood and the Army of Northern Virginia could not possibly cross. If it were harried to the utmost by the Union cavalry the task of destroying it would be much easier.