nearly three hard miles of running. But they still followed us, though it was some minutes before their red jackets came bobbing up again over the sandy crest of the hill behind us.

All our men who had been looking back were now wheeled; and we divided, half backing into the sandy road to the right, half taking the left-hand road under command of Lieutenant Boyd.

“They are not too many,” said the dragoon captain coolly, beckoning to his little bugle-horn.

Willows hid us until their advanced troopers were close to where we sat — so close that one of our excited dragoons, spurring suddenly forward into the main road, beat down a Hussar’s guard, flung his arms around him, and tore him from his saddle. Both fell from their horses and