Occasionally they met peons
or women, who looked at them curiously, but all of whom were more
than willing to tell of the army that had so recently passed.
"How many men do you suppose General Maas has?" queried Adrian.
"The lieutenant said it was supposed he had about seven thousand.
It may be more, and it may be less."
"Well, they're certainly light-footed," laughed Adrian. "Don't
you think we ought to get closer?"
"If we can without being seen."
They put spurs to their horses and for a mile or more galloped
along at a fair speed.
Then from a little eminence they saw the rear guard of the
retreating army.
"This is near enough," cautioned Donald.
They halted and watched the marching men.
"How far would you say we are from town, Don?"
"At least seven or eight miles."
"Do you know what towns are in this direction?"
"Not the slightest idea. That's the next thing we must find out."
The enemy having by this time passed out of sight, they again
spurred forward, but holding their distance.
Darkness had now fallen and the boys were obliged to pick their
way more carefully.
For half an hour they rode silently and then Donald spoke:
"They certainly will not march all night. They must have some
place in mind.
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