Joining Reagan after dinner the President rode rapidly through the suburban district called "The Rockets," and had reached the high ground beyond. A half mile away stretched a vast field of white tents.
"Whose camp is that?" Davis asked in surprise.
"Hood's brigade," Reagan replied.
"Why Hood's on the Chickahominy twenty-odd miles from here—"
"I camped here with them last night, sir—"
"Impossible!"
Reagan watched the thin face of the Confederate Chieftain grow deadly pale.
"If you wish to see General Johnston, Mr. President, you'll find him in that red brick house on the right—"
Reagan pointed in the direction of the house.
The President looked at his friend a moment, a quizzical expression relieving his anxiety.