Taylor looked up again.
"See if that's Stuart. General Lee's expecting him."
Sam peered out the door of the tent.
"Dey ain't no plume in his hat an' dey ain't no banjo man wid him.
Nasah. Tain't Gin'l Stuart."
"All right. Pull up a stool."
"Yassah!"
Sam unfolded a camp stool and placed it at the table. A sentinel approached and called:
"Senator William C. Rives of the Confederate Congress to see General
Lee."
Taylor rose.
"Show him in."