“You were right, Surry,” he said, “those guns were at Gettysburg. This dispatch, sent this morning, reports the enemy near there.”
I bowed; Stuart reflected for some moments without speaking. Then he suddenly said:—
“I wish you would go to General Lee, and say I am coming, Surry. How is your horse?”
“Worn-out, general, but I can get another.”
“Good; tell General Lee that I will move at once to Gettysburg, with all my force, and as rapidly as possible!”
“I will lose no time, general.”
And saluting, I went out.
From the captured horses I selected the best one I could find, and burying the spurs in his sides, set out through the black night.