“I have not met him for three months.”
“He can not be dead?”
“He may be wounded.”
“And Mohun—is he at his head-quarters?”
Nighthawk smiled.
“He is at Five Forks, to-day, colonel.”
“And Willie Davenant?”
“In Richmond, on business at the war department.”
“Humph! So I shall see neither—but another time.”
And mounting my horse, I added:—