"I'm afraid we're caught."
He turned to the old man.
"Excuse me, Ruffin, I must confer with General Alexander."
Ruffin's reply came feebly.
"With your permission I will—stay—at—your headquarters for a little while."
"Certainly."
Taylor led the old man toward his baggage wagon.
"Come with me, sir. I'll find you a cot."
"Thank you. Thank you." His eyes were dim and he walked stumblingly. "Surrender, Taylor! Surrender? Why, there's no such word—there's no such word—"
Lee and Alexander moved down to the little field table.