"No letters from home, I suppose."
"Yesterday."
"Good news of your sister?" A slight flush came to the young fellow's cheek.
"Molly is all right. She asks me to remember her to you."
Jack came back at a swinging pace. "Look out—here comes the General!"
A stir took place, every face turning in one direction, as Moore on a spirited charger rode slowly through the square. His glance seemed to be everywhere; and he managed his steed with the unconscious ease of a perfect rider.
"Looks harassed," murmured Jack.
"He looks—the grandest fellow that ever lived," uttered Bob.
"My dear boy, you won't find any man in the Army to contradict that. If you're anxious to get up an enlivening discussion, try some other topic."
"What I want to know is—when are we to be joined by the Spanish, and have a go at the French?" demanded Roy, earnestly following Moore with his gaze.