That evening, as Carhart and Byers were walking around from the stable, they found General Carrington standing on the piazza.
“Oh, Mr. Carhart!” said he.
“Good evening, sir,” said Carhart.
The General produced a letter. “Would you be willing to get this through to Flagg?”
“Certainly.”
“Rather nice evening.”
“Very.”
“Suppose we sample their liquid here—I’m sorry I can’t say much for it. What will you gentlemen have?”
It was ten o’clock in the morning. Carhart, Byers, Dimond, and Tiffany stood on the north knoll.