“Quite sure of it, sir.”
The general did not speak again for some time. Then, when he caught the faint glimmer of water through the dark, he said:
“This is the creek, is it not?”
“Yes, sir, and the Yankees can't be more than a mile away.”
“And it's a full hour until dawn. The reinforcements for the enemy cannot have come up. Lieutenant Kenton, I wish you to stay with me. I will have a messenger tell Colonel Talbot that for the present you are detached for my service.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Harry.
“Why?”
“I wish to see how you crumple up the enemy.”
The cold blue eyes gleamed for a moment. Harry more than guessed the depths of passion and resolve that lay behind the impenetrable mask of Jackson's face. He felt again the rays of the white, hot fire that burned in the great Virginian's soul.
A few hundred yards further and the brigade began to spread out in the dusk. Companies filed off to right and left, and in a few minutes came shots from the pickets, sounding wonderfully clear and sharp in the stillness of the night. Red dots from the rifle muzzles appeared here and there in the woods, and then Harry caught the glint of late starshine on the eaves of the warehouse.