"Well, Lieutenant?"
Stuart laughed.
"I suppose, Colonel, you couldn't possibly let me lead the assault on the Engine House, could you?"
Lee's eyes twinkled at the eager look. The Colonel was a man as well as a soldier. And he was a father. He loved the shouts of children more than he loved the shouts of armies. In the pause he saw a vision. A little blue-eyed mother crooning over a baby which she had named for her sweetheart. The great heart forgot the daring soldier before him eager for a fight. He saw only the handsome husband and a wife at home praying God for his safe return. He could see her pressing the pink bundle of flesh to her heart, singing a lullaby that was a prayer. There would be no glory in such an assault. There was only the possibility of a bloody tragedy before a handful of desperadoes could be overcome. He faced his aide with a frown.
"Lieutenant Green is in command of the marines, sir. You are only my voluntary aide. You will act strictly within the rules of war."
Stuart saluted. He knew that his commander was a stern disciplinarian. Argument was out of the question. He made up his mind, however, to watch for a chance to join in the attack, once it was begun.
Green returned from his errand leading an old negro who held one of
Brown's iron pikes.
The lieutenant thrust the trembling figure before the Colonel.
Lee studied him, and suppressed the smile that began to play about his lips.
"Well, uncle, this looks bad for you," he said finally.