'Mine, of course?' suggested Lee.
'Yes.'
'Have a cigar,' invited Lee. He produced a box from a desk drawer.
'See if I can guess where it is. Other side of Big Run?'
Howard nodded.
'Who found it?'
'I did,' answered Longstreet. 'Yesterday.'
'Last Ridge country, then. H'm.' He rolled his cigar in his mouth idly. Then he sat bolt upright and leaned forward. 'How many people have you told about it already? A dozen?'
It was little less than accusation, and Longstreet flushed. He was opening his lips to answer stiffly when Howard spoke for him.
'He is keeping it to himself. He has told no one but me.'
Lee sank back in his chair, and when he spoke again it was in a careless, off-hand manner.