"Of course—it's a joke, Reagan."
"It's true, sir!"
Davis shook his head:
"General Johnston is on the Chickahominy guarding the crossings. I sent my aide with a dispatch to him last night."
"He hadn't returned when you left the office—"
"No—"
"I thought not. There can be no mistake, sir. I saw General Johnston and his staff enter that house and establish his headquarters there—"
"Here in the suburbs of Richmond?"
"Right here, sir—"
Davis put spurs to his horse, and waved to his aide: