“I must go into Washington City,” said Ernest.
“How can you do that?” inquired the Lieutenant.
“I do not know, but I must go. Perhaps Gen. A. can assist me. He ought to do so, since he is the cause of the calamity. I shall go to him at once. The train will be here in two hours. I cannot stay here; I will desert first.”
And Ernest dashed out of the tent and rushed off like a mad man.
CHAPTER XIV.
DARK HOURS.