“Thank you, general! Thank you! I’ll go and see.” And whirling his horse, back he galloped, on this forlorn hope. Ned rather trusted that he would be successful.
Presently, here he came again. He was fairly shining, as he saluted.
“Lieutenant Mathey, sir! He has snow-blindness so he can scarcely see, and he would be of no use with the column. He has kindly consented to exchange with me. Shall I join my squadron, sir?”
“Very well, sir,” approved the general. And the glad Captain Louis Hamilton, grandson of Alexander Hamilton, went flying to his post.
In precisely due time the general looked at his watch. He vaulted into the saddle.
“All ready, Moylan,” he called. And, to Ned: “Sound the advance.”