"Captain Searle."
"Of whom we spoke?"
"The same."
The general nodded, and Seth left the apartment. Beauregard for a second scanned Philip's countenance with a searching glance.
"Approach, sir, if you please. We have little time for words. Have you information to impart?"
"Nothing beyond what I think you know already. You may expect at every moment to hear the boom of McDowell's guns."
"On the right?"
"I think the movement will be on your left. Richardson remains on the southern road, in reserve. Tyler commands the centre. Carlisle, Bicket and Ayre will give you trouble there with their batteries. Hunter and Heintzelman, with fourteen thousand, will act upon your left."
"Then we are wrong, Taylor," said Beauregard, turning to an officer at his side; and rising, the two conversed for a moment in low but earnest tone.
"It is plausible," said Beauregard, at length. "Taylor, ride down to Bee and see about it. Captain Searle, you will report yourself to Colonel Hampton at once. He will have orders for you. Captain Weems, you will please see him provided for. Come, gentlemen, to the field!"