Outside the Cavalry Commander was having trouble with Sweeney, his minstrel follower, an expert banjo player.
Stuart laughed heartily at his fears.
"Come on, Sweeney. Don"t be a fool."
The minstrel man still held back and Stuart continued to urge.
"Come on in, Sweeney. Don"t be bashful. I promised you shall see General Lee and you shall. Come on!"
Taylor and Rives stood in the door of the tent watching the conflict.
"Never be afraid of a great man, Sweeney!" Stuart went on. "The greater the man the easier it is to get along with him. General Lee wears no scarlet in his coat, no plume in his hat, no gold braid on his uniform.
He"s as plain as a gray mouse--"
Stuart laughed and whispered:
"He"s too great to need anything to mark his rank. But he never frowns on my gay colors."
"He knows," Taylor rejoined, "that it"s your way of telling the glory of the cause."
"Sure! He just laughs at my foolishness and gives me an order to lick a crowd that outnumbers me, three to one."
He took hold of Sweeney"s arm.
"Don"t be afraid, old boy. Ma.r.s.e Robert won"t frown on your banjo.
He"ll just smile as he recalls what the cavalry did in our last battle.
Minstrel man, make yourself at home."
Sweeney timidly touched the strings, and Stuart wheeled toward Rives.
"Well, Senator, how goes it in Richmond?"
Rives answered with eager anxiety. His words were not spoken in despair but with an undertone of desperate appeal.
"Dark days have come, General Stuart. And great events are pending.
Events of the utmost importance to the army, to the country, to General Lee."
"Just say General Lee and let it go at that," Stuart laughed. "He _is_ the army _and_ the country."
He turned to Taylor.
"Where"s Ma.r.s.e Robert?"
"Inspecting the lines. He fears a movement to turn our flank at Spottsylvania Court House."
"My men are right there, watching like owls. They"ll catch the first rustle of a leaf by Sheridan"s cavalry."
"I hope so."
"Never fear. Well, Sweeney, while we wait for General Lee, Senator Rives needs a little cheer. We"ve medicine in that box for every ill that man is heir to. Things look black in Richmond, he tells us. All right. Give us the old familiar tune--_Hard Times and Wuss Er Comin"!_--Go it!"
Sweeney touched his strings sharply.
"You don"t mind, sir?" he asked Taylor.
"Certainly not. I like it."
Sentinels, orderlies, aides and scouts gathered around the door as Sweeney played and sang with Stuart. The Cavalryman"s spirit was contagious. Before the song had died away, they were all singing the chorus in subdued tones. Sweeney ended with Stuart"s favorite--_Rock of Ages_.
General John B. Gordon joined the group, followed by General E.P.
Alexander.
Taylor called the generals together.
"Senator Rives, gentlemen, is the bearer of an important message from the Confederate Congress to General Lee. I have asked you informally to join him in this meeting."
Rives entered his appeal.
"I am going to ask you to help me to-night in paying the highest tribute to General Lee in our power."
Gordon responded promptly.
"We shall honor ourselves in honoring him, sir."
"Always," Alexander agreed.
Rives plunged into the heart of his mission.
"Gentlemen, so desperate is the situation of the South that our only hope lies in our great Commander. The Confederate Congress has sent me to offer him the Dictatorship--"
"You don"t mean it?" Stuart exploded.
"Will you back me?"
The Cavalry leader grasped his hand.
"Yours to count on, sir!"
"Yes," Gordon joined.
"We"ll back you!" Alexander cried.
Rives" face brightened.
"If he will only accept. The question is how to approach him?"
"It must be done with the utmost care," Alexander warned.
"Exactly." Rives nodded. "Shall I announce to him it once the vote of Congress conferring on him the supreme power?"