“What did it contain?—I beg you to tell me!”
“The confession of the murderer of George Conway!”
XXIV. — “BLOOD.”
General Davenant had scarcely uttered the words which I have just recorded, when rapid firing was heard in the woods, a quarter of a mile from his head-quarters; and a moment afterward a courier came at a gallop, bearing a dispatch.
“My horse!” came in the brief tone of command.
And General Davenant tore open the dispatch, which he read attentively.
“The enemy are advancing to attack me,” he said; “this note was written ten minutes since. The attack has commenced. Will you go and see it, colonel?”
“Willingly.”