“The condition of the roads stopped them?”
“Yes, it was impossible to get on; and they have been recalled by order of General Lee. Listen! There is the column coming—they are falling back to Five Forks, a mile north of Judge Conway’s.”
In fact, as we rode on now, I heard the muffled tramp of a column, and the rattle of artillery chains in the woods.
“The enemy will follow, I suppose?”
“Not before morning, I hope.”
I smiled.
“Meanwhile you are making good use of the time to get married. What will you do with Miss Georgia?”
“You mean Mrs. Mohun, Surry!” he said, smiling.
“Yes.”
“Well, she will be sent off—her father will take the whole family to Petersburg in the morning, to avoid the battle which will probably take place in this vicinity to-morrow.”