Mosby went to his horse and pulled his binoculars from a small case in his blanket roll. He looped them by the leather strap around his neck and then motioned to me and one of the rested courtiers, indicating we should mount up and follow him.
Once we were aboard our horses, Mosby led us out behind Greenley’s company, staying in the tree line along the base of South Mountain. We headed in a northerly direction.
I figured Mosby would want to observe the Yankee column. I just hoped we wouldn’t be discovered by the Yankee cavalry flankers.
We slipped through the tree line and happened upon a deer path, which meandered amongst the woods. It was hidden from the Valley Pike and made it a lot easier to move almost soundlessly through the trees.
We actually went as far as a position parallel to the southern edge of Rohersville before Mosby brought us to a halt. We dismounted and waited on the Yanks, who were notorious slow marchers. It was almost eleven before the head of their column entered the northern part of Rohersville.
Mosby had a good look at the column and then handed the binoculars to me.
As I viewed their marching style, he whispered close to my ear, “Their flankers are only out about fifty yards on either side of tha main body. Our courtier was right. They have no advanced scouting party. They either don’t feel there’s a danger of being hit at this juncture of their march, or they wanna combined cohesive force that can react to any attack against ‘em. Lastly, they’re a-gamblin’ that if they’s hit, their enemy won’t have artillery.”
Mosby added quietly, “I’ve seen enough. Let’s get along.”
We mounted and surreptitiously vacated our observation post and headed back the way we came.
Once back at the position below Crampton’s Gap. Mosby motioned for two courtiers to come to him. I watched them closely as he took them aside and talked secretively to them. The two courtiers dispersed with one going toward Greenley’s company and other toward Owen’s company.
Something was up.