"Looking for an engineer-captain."
The corporal said, "Well, like enough he'll be at the bridge of the North
Anna—but the engineers are here, there and anywhere. What is his name?"
"Thank you, sir. My master is Captain Penhallow."
"Well, good luck to you."
"Take another pipe load," returned Josiah, grateful for the unusual interest.
"Thank you," said the private, "with pleasure. Tobacco is as scarce as hen's teeth."
"That's so. Who's that officer on the big horse? He's a rider whoever he is."
"That's the ring-master of this show," laughed the private.
"Not General Grant!"
"Yes." Josiah considered him with interest.