with us.

Through a rift in the smoke I caught a glimpse of Mohun's opponent. He
was a man of low stature, but broad, heavy, and powerful. He came to
meet his adversary with the bridle of his horse resting on the animal's
neck, while both hands clutched a heavy broad-sword, raised over his
right shoulder.

I could only see that the two opponents hurled together like knights
tilting; their swords gleamed; they closed in, body to body; then the
smoke wrapped them. It was impossible to see more.




XIV.


MOSBY COMES TO STUART'S ASSISTANCE.


Sore and restive at the reverse which had come to balance his victory
of Fleetwood, Stuart bivouacked near Paris, that night, and made every
preparation to attack at dawn.

At daylight he was in the saddle, and spurred to the high ground
commanding Upperville.

All at once he checked his horse. The enemy had disappeared.