Colonel Winchester paused near Sheridan, but the general’s keen eye caught him at once.

“Good morning, Colonel Winchester!” he exclaimed.  “You bring news of value.  I can tell it by your face!”

“I do, sir,” replied the colonel, “but it was Mr. Shepard here, whom you know, and Lieutenant Mason who obtained it.  Mr. Shepard, show General Sheridan the map.”

It was characteristic of Colonel Winchester, a man of the finest feelings, that he should have Shepard instead of himself carry the map to General Sheridan.  He wanted the spy to have the full measure of credit, including the outward show, for the triumph he had achieved with the aid of his sister.  And Shepard’s swift glance of thanks showed that he appreciated it.  He drew the map from his pocket and handed it to the general.

Sheridan held it down, where the full glow of the flames fell upon it, and he seemed to comprehend at once the meaning of the lines.  A great light sprang up in his eyes.

“Ah!” he exclaimed.  “The location of the Confederate forces and the openings between them and the mountains!  This is important!  Splendid!  Did you make it yourself, Mr. Shepard?”

“No, sir.  It was made by my sister who came from Richmond.  We met her on the mountain.”

Sheridan looked at Shepard and the eyes of general and spy met in complete understanding.

“I know of her,” the general murmured.  “A noble woman!  There are many such as she who have done great service to our cause that can never be repaid!  But this is a stroke of fortune!”

“Look, Merritt, Averill and all of you,” he said aloud.  “Here lies our path!  Mr. Shepard, you will go over the details of this with us and, Colonel Winchester, you and your aide remain also to help.”

Dick felt complimented, and so did Colonel Winchester.  Sheridan knew how to handle men.  While the sentinels, rifle on shoulder, walked up and down a little distance away, a dozen eager faces were soon poring over the map, Shepard filling in details as to the last little hill or brook.

“Since we know where they are and how many they are,” said Sheridan, “we’ll make a big demonstration in front of Fisher’s Hill, where Early’s works are too strong to be carried, and while we keep him occupied there we’ll turn his left flank with a powerful force, marching it just here into the open space that Mr. Shepard’s map shows.  Tomorrow—­or rather today, for I see the dawn comes—­will be a day of great noise and of much burning of powder.  But behind the curtain of smoke we’ll make our movements.  Merritt with his cavalry shall go to the right and Averill will go with him.  Crook shall take his two divisions and hold the north bank of Cedar Creek, and later on Crook shall be the first to strike.  Gentlemen, we’ve won one victory, and I know that all of you appreciate the value of a second and a third.  The opportunity of the war lies here before us.  We can uncover the entire left flank of the Confederacy here in Virginia, and who knows what will follow!”