"Then I"ll get to him first. Don"t think, Arthur, it"s just a foolish ambition of mine to lead, but the sooner some one reaches the general the better."
"We"ll see that you"re first old man," said Langdon. "It"s not more than a half-hour now."
But Harry reeled in his saddle. The singular weakness that he had felt a while back returned, and the road grew dark before him. With a mighty effort he steadied himself in the saddle and St. Clair heard him say in a fierce undertone: "I will go through with it!" St. Clair looked across at Langdon and the signaling look of Happy Tom replied. They drew in just a little closer. Now and then they talked to him sharply and briskly, rousing him again and again from the lethargy into which he was fast sinking.
"Look! In the woods over there, Harry!" exclaimed St. Clair. "See the men stretched asleep on the gra.s.s! They"re the survivors of Pickett"s brigades that charged at Gettysburg."
"And I was there!" said Harry. "I saw the greatest charge ever made in the history of the world!"
He reeled a little toward St. Clair, who caught him by the shoulder and straightened him in the saddle.
"Of course you had a pleasant, easy ride from the Potomac," said Happy Tom, "but I don"t understand how as good a horseman as you lost your horse. I suppose he ran away while you were picking berries by the roadside."
"Me pick berries by the roadside, while I"m on such a mission!" exclaimed Harry indignantly, rousing himself up until his eyes flashed, which was just what Happy wished. "I didn"t see any berries! Besides I didn"t start on a horse. I left in a boat."
"A boat? Now, Harry, I know you"ve turned romancer. I guess your mystic troubles with the owl--if you really saw an owl--have been a sort of spur to your fancy."
"Do you mean to say, Tom Langdon, that I didn"t see an owl and talk with him? I tell you I did, and his conversation was a lot more intelligent than yours, even if it was unpleasant."
"Of course it was," said St. Clair. "Happy"s chief joy in life is talking. You know how he chatters away, Harry. He hates to sleep, because then he loses good time that he might use in talk. I"ll wager you anything against anything, Harry, that when the Angel Gabriel blows his horn Happy will rise out of his grave, shaking his shroud and furious with anger. He"ll hold up the whole resurrection while he argues with Gabriel that he blew his horn either too late or too early, or that it was a mighty poor sort of a horn anyhow."
"I may do all that, Harry," said Happy, "but Arthur is sure to be the one who will raise the trouble about the shroud. You know how finicky he is about his clothes. He"ll find fault with the quality of his shroud, and he"ll say that it"s cut either too short or too long. Then he"ll insist, while all the billions wait, on draping the shroud in the finest Greek or Roman toga style, before he marches up to his place on the golden cloud and receives his harp."
Harry laughed.
"That"ll be old Arthur, sure," he said. Then his head drooped again.
Fatigue was overpowering him. St. Clair and Langdon put a hand on either shoulder and held him erect, but Harry was so far sunk in lethargy that he was not conscious of their grasp. Men looked curiously at the three young officers riding rapidly forward, the one in the center apparently held on his horse by the other two.
St. Clair took prompt measures.
"Harry Kenton!" he called sharply.
"Here!"
"Do you know what they do with a sentinel caught asleep?"
"They shoot him!"
"What of a messenger, bearing great news who has ridden two or three days and nights through a thousand dangers, and then becomes unconscious in his saddle within five hundred yards of his journey"s end?"
"The stake wouldn"t be too good for him," replied Harry as with a mighty effort he shook himself, both body and mind. Once more his eyes cleared and once more he sat erect in his saddle without help.
"I won"t fail, Arthur," he said. "Show the way."
"There"s a big tree by the roadside almost straight ahead," said St. Clair. "General Lee is asleep under that, but he"ll be as wide awake as any man can be a half-minute after you arrive."
They sprang from their horses, St. Clair spoke quickly with a watching officer who went at once to awaken Lee. Harry dimly saw the form of the general who was sleeping on a blanket, spread over small boughs. Near him a man in brilliant uniform was walking softly back and forth, and now and then impatiently striking the tops of his high yellow-topped boots with a little riding whip. Harry knew at once that it was Stuart, but the cavalry leader had not yet noticed him.
Harry saw the officer bend over the commander-in-chief, who rose in an instant to his feet. He was fully dressed and he showed gray in the dusky light, but he seemed as ever calm and grave. Harry felt instantly the same swell of courage that the presence of Jackson had always brought to him. It was Lee, the indomitable, the man of genius, who could not be beaten. He heard him say to the officer who had awakened him, "Bring him immediately!" and he stepped forward, strengthening himself anew and filled with pride that he should be the first to arrive, as he felt that he certainly now was.
"Lieutenant Kenton!" said Lee.
"Yes, sir," said Harry, lifting his cap.
"You were sent with Colonel Sherburne to see about the fords of the Potomac."
"I was, sir."
"And he has sent you back with the report?"
"He has, sir. He did not give me any written report for fear that I might be captured. He did me the honor to say that my verbal message would be believed."
"It will. I know you, as I do the other members of my staff. Proceed."
"The Potomac is in great flood, sir, and the bridge is destroyed.
It can"t be crossed until it runs down to its normal depth."
Harry saw other generals of high rank drawing near. One he recognized as Longstreet. They were all silent and eager.
"Colonel Sherburne ordered me to say to you, sir," continued Harry, "that the best fords would be between Williamsport and Hagerstown when the river ran down."
"When did you leave him?"
"Nearly two days ago, sir."
"You have made good speed through a country swarming with our enemy.
You are ent.i.tled to rest."
"It"s not all, sir?"
"What else?"
"On my way I captured a messenger with a letter from General Meade to General Pleasanton. I have the message, sir."
He brought forth the paper from his blouse and extended it to General Lee, who took it eagerly. Some one held up a torch and he read it aloud to his generals.
"And so Meade means to trap me," he said, "by coming down on our flank!"
"Since the river is unfordable he"ll have plenty of time to attack us there," said Longstreet.
"But will he dare to attack?" said Stuart defiantly. "He was able to hold his own in defense at Gettysburg, but it"s another thing to take the offensive. We hear that General Meade is cautious and that he makes many complaints to his government. A complainer is not the kind of man who can destroy the Army of Northern Virginia."
"Sometimes it"s well to be cautious, General," said Lee.
Then he turned to Harry and said:
"Again I commend you."