“But Grant must know.”
“That's so—but where's Grant?”
“He's with Meade back near that old quartz mill where we had dinner the day we crossed the Rapidan.”
“The lieutenant told me that Grant's orders are for our side to make an attack at three o'clock.”
“Then we're not whipped.”
“Not if we've got orders to open the ball in the morning. Let's get what rest we can.”
“All right.”
About three o'clock Friday morning—we were taking turns in sleeping—I called upon my bunkey to “get out of bed and let me get in.”
“I haven't been asleep yet.”
“That's your own fault; you've had time enough.”