man. He spurred his horse into a rapid trot, and little Billy trotted by his side, mightily helped by holding on to the stirrup. In this way they were soon out of it, and in a little while had caught up with the main body, which had planted itself a couple of miles farther back, while the brigade in which little Billy had fought was holding the enemy at bay.
Little Billy's face was black with powder, but his eyes shone like stars. He knew now that never again would danger or the fear of death cause him to flinch.
"What regiment do you belong to?" asked the tall man as they went along.
"None," replied little Billy simply. Then he told how he was just from a conscript camp in Georgia. When they arrived at the Confederate position the tall man called to an officer:—
"This is my rear guard," said he. "See that he is cared for." Then to little Billy, "When this affair blows over, brush up and call on General Jeb Stuart. He needs a courier, and you are the man."
As there was no sign of a fight the next day, little Billy went to General Stuart's
