special party of eight or ten men to make a hunt for this notorious General Adoz, the guerilla chief. I was pumping several of the wounded Tagals, and I am pretty certain I can lay my hands on the man. I wanted to know if you—"
"I'll go, and glad of the chance," burst out the lieutenant before the major could finish. "When do we start?"
"You are willing, and no mistake, lieutenant—and I am glad of it. We will start to-night—if I can get my men together."
"Who do you expect to take along?"
"Only men I know thoroughly and can rely upon—you, Ralph Sorrel, that Tennesseean mountaineer, who helped you and Captain Russell in the last campaign, and Boxer the scout, who is around again; besides Carl Stummer and Dan Casey and a few others. We'll have a crowd ready to go anywhere and do anything, and that's what is wanted for work of this sort."
The major had laid his plans carefully, and at ten o'clock that night had his little command together and was giving them their last instructions. Then the party left the camp silently in the darkness.
The route taken was in the direction of the La-
