"It is the shortest way to peace, Miss Randolph. But it is not likely that one battle will do it."
"I know it will not if the North succeed," I said; "but how if the Southern army should get the better?"
"You aren't a rebel in disguise?" said the major, looking askance at me. "Is my reputation in danger, to be riding with you?"
"It is just as well to look the truth in the face, Major
Fairbairn."
"So it is; you are right there," said my companion seriously enough. "Well, I look for a long tussle of it, whichever way this particular game goes to-day. It will be well if there is anything left to fight for, by the time it is over."
"There is always the truth" - I said.
"The truth gives poor board wages to its servants, though," said the major. "It is all very well to cry 'victory,' when there is no corn in the hopper."
"Is it likely that Patterson will fight?" I asked, with my heart in my mouth. I had been trying to get this question out; and it seemed to me now as if every word were as big as two.
"Humph! - I don't know," said the major. "I suppose he will, if he can't help it."
"What do you mean?"