"That won't do," said De Banyan with energy. "We must conceal ourselves." "I think they have seen us, and we may as well make the best of it. If we hide, they will certainly suspect us." "They have not seen us yet. They are half a mile off," replied the captain, as he retired to the field by the side of the road. Somers followed him, though he did not fully approve the policy of his friend. They walked a short distance till they came to a covert of bushes, in which they concealed themselves. "I think we have made a mistake. The dog always bites when you attempt to run away from him," said Somers. "I don't think they saw us," persisted De Banyan. "If they did, we can tell as good a story here as we could in the road." "I always believe in facing the music. I have found that impudence will carry a man a great deal farther and a great deal faster than his legs can." "Perhaps you are right, Somers. When I was in Italy----" "Bah! Don't say Italy or Crimea again till we reach the other side of the river," interposed Somers, who was too seriously affected by the perils of their situation to be willing to listen to any of his companion's hallucinations. "Just as you please, Somers," answered the captain, unmoved by the rebuff; "but, when I was doing scout duty before the battle of Magenta, I saw the advance of the Austrians coming up behind me. I crawled into a haystack, and remained there while the whole army of the Austrians, about four hundred thousand men, passed by me." Somers could not but smile at the infatuation of his friend, who at such a perilous moment could indulge in such a vicious practice as that of inventing great stories. He did not even ask him how long it took the Austrian army to pass the haystack, whether they had haystacks in Italy, nor if it was probable that such an army would pass over a single road. He waited patiently, or impatiently, for the approach of the rebel cavalry, which soon reached the road near the bushes where they were hidden. To his consternation, they came to a dead halt; and he could see the men gazing earnestly in the direction they had retired. Then half a dozen of the troopers entered the field, and rode directly towards the covert of bushes. "We are caught!" whispered Somers. "That's so. Just after the battle of Palestro, when I----" "Hush!" "Hush it is," replied De Banyan, as coolly as though he had been under his shelter tent on the other side of the James. Taking a knife from his pocket, he began to cut away at a straight bush which grew near him, and was thus busily employed when the soldiers reached the spot. Somers stretched himself on the ground, and waited the issue of the event; deciding to let his companion, who had got him into the scrape, extricate him from it. The coolness of the captain, and the peculiar manner he assumed, convinced him that he had some resources upon which to draw in this trying emergency.