“Well, I hope you got the $600 bounty,” said Stuart, laughing.
“That was another impossibility, general; but I enjoyed the very best society yonder.”
“What society, Nighthawk?”
“That of Grant, Meade, and Sedgwick.”
“Ah! my old friend, General Sedgwick! But where are Grant’s headquarters, Nighthawk? Tell me every thing!”
“At Old Wilderness Tavern, general.”
“And you saw him there?”
“In the midst of his generals,—I was temporarily one of his couriers.”
“I understand. Well, their intended movements?”
Nighthawk shook his head.