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CHAPTER XIV. THE DARK EVE OF SHILOH - The Guns of Shiloh
CHAPTER XIV. THE DARK EVE OF SHILOH
Dick noticed as they went further into the forest how complete was the concealment of a great army, possible only in a country wooded so heavily, and in the presence of a careless enemy. The center was like the front of the Southern force. Not a fire burned, not a torch gleamed. The horses were withdrawn so far that stamp or neigh could not be heard by the Union pickets.
"We'll stop here," said Robertson at length. "As you're a Kentuckian, I thought it would be pleasanter for you to be handed over to Kentuckians. The Orphan Brigade to which I belong is layin' on the ground right in front of us, an' the first regiment is that of Colonel Kenton. I'll hand you over to him, an'--not 'cause I've got anything ag'inst you--I'll be mighty glad to do it, too, 'cause my back is already nigh breakin' with the responsibility."
Dick started violently.
"What's hit you?" asked Robertson.
"Oh, nothing. You see, I'm nervous."
"You ain't tellin' the truth. But I don't blame you an' it don't matter anyway. Here we are. Jump down."
Dick sprang to the ground, and the others followed. While they held the reins they stood in a close circle about him. He had about as much chance of escape as he had of flying.
Robertson walked forward, saluted some one who stood up in the dark, and said a few words in a low tone.
"Bring him forward," said a clear voice, which Dick recognized at once.
The little group of men opened out and Dick, stepping forth, met his uncle face to face. It was now the time of Colonel George Kenton to start violently.
"My God! You, Dick!" he exclaimed. "How did you come here?"
"I didn't come," replied the boy, who was now feeling more at ease. "I was brought here by four scouts of yours, who I must say saw their duty and did it."
Colonel Kenton grasped his hand and shook it. He was very fond of this young nephew of his. The mere fact that he was on the other side did not alter his affection.
"Tell me about it, Dick," he said. "And you, Sergeant Robertson, you and your men are to be thanked for your vigilance and activity. You can go off duty. You are entitled to your rest."
As they withdrew the sergeant, who passed by Dick and who had not missed a word of the conversation between him and his uncle, said to him:
"At least, young sir, I've returned you to your relatives, an' you're a minor, as I can see."
"It's so," said Dick as the sergeant passed on.
"They have not ill treated you?" said Colonel Kenton.
"No, they've been as kind as one enemy could be to another."
"It is strange, most strange, that you and I should meet here at such a time. Nay, Dick, I see in it the hand of Providence. You're to be saved from what will happen to your army tomorrow."
"I'd rather not be saved in this manner." 
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