Before sunset the Southern army retreated toward Jackson, leaving the field to the men in blue.

Dick dismounted and, examining himself carefully, found that he had suffered no wound. Colonel Hertford and the sergeant had also taken no hurt. But the lad and his elder comrade secured but little rest. They were bidden to ride across the country at once to General Sherman with the news of the victory. Sherman was at the head of another column, and Grant was farther away with the main body.

Dick and the sergeant, with the battle smoke still in their eyes, were eager for the service.

"When you're with Grant you don't stay idle, that's certain," said Dick as they rode across the darkening fields.

"No, you don't," said the sergeant, "and I'm thinking that we've just begun. I know from the feel of it that big things are going to happen fast. Sheer away from the woods there, Mr. Mason. We don't want to be picked off by sharpshooters."

They arrived after dark in Sherman's camp and he received them himself. Dick remembered how he had seen this thin, dry man holding fast with his command at Shiloh, and he saluted him with the deepest respect. He knew that here was a bold and tenacious spirit, kin to that of Grant. Sherman had heard already of the battle, but he wished more and definite news.

"You say that our victory was complete?" he asked tersely.

"It was, sir," replied Dick. "The entire force of the enemy retired rapidly toward Jackson, and our men are eager to advance on that city."

"It would be a great stroke to take the capital of Mississippi," said Sherman musingly. Then he added in his crisp manner:

"Are you tired?"

"Not if you wish me to do anything," replied Dick quickly.

Sherman smiled.

"The right spirit," he said. "I wish you and your comrade to ride at once with this news to General Grant. He may hear it from other sources, but I want to send a letter by you."

In ten minutes Dick and the sergeant were riding proudly away on another mission, and, passing through all the dangers of Southern scouts and skirmishers, they reached General Grant, to whom they delivered the letter from Sherman. Grant, who had recently been in doubt owing to the threat of Pemberton on his flank, hesitated no longer when he heard of the victory, and resolved at once upon the capture of Jackson.

Dick, after his battle and two rides, went to sleep in a wagon, while an orderly took his horse. When he awoke unknown hours afterward he found that he was moving. He knew at once that the army was advancing. Before him and behind him he heard all the noises of the march, the beat of horses' hoofs, the grinding of wheels, the clanking of cannon, the cracking of whips and the sounds of many voices.

He was wonderfully comfortable where he lay and he had the satisfaction and pride of much duty done. He felt that he was entitled to rest, and, turning on his side, he went to sleep again. After another unknown time his second awakening came and he remained awake.

He quietly slipped out at the tail of the wagon, and stood for a few moments, dazzled by the blazing sunlight. Then a loud, cheery voice called out:

"Well, if it isn't our own Lucky Dick come back again, safe and well to the people to whom he belongs!"

"If z equals Dick and y equals his presence then we have z plus y, as Dick is certainly present," called out another voice not quite so loud, but equally cheery. "Luck, Frank, is only a minor factor in life. What we usually call luck is the result of foresight, skill and courage. There are facts that I wouldn't have you to forget, even if it is a hot day far down in Mississippi."

Warner and Pennington sprang from their horses and greeted Dick warmly. They had returned a day or two before from their own less perilous errands, but they were in great anxiety about their comrade. They were glad too, when they heard that the sergeant had joined him and that he had come back safe.

"I suppose it means a battle at Jackson," said Warner. "We're surely on the move, and we're going to keep the Johnnies busy for quite a spell."

"Looks like it," said Dick.

Colonel Winchester came soon, and his face showed great relief when he shook hands with Dick.

"It was a dangerous errand, Dick, my lad," he said, "but I felt that you would succeed and you have. It was highly important that we gather all our forces for a great stroke."

Dick resumed at once his old place in the Winchester regiment, with Warner, Pennington and his other comrades around him.