“At least as many, with hats, shoes, overcoats, cloaks, shirts and all the et ceteras to match. Why shouldn’t I wear fine clothes if I want ’em? Do you demand that instead I spend it on fiery whisky to pour down me, as so many public men and leading citizens do? The clothes at least don’t burn me out and finally burn me to death.”
Langdon put up his hands in defense.
“I haven’t jumped on you, Arthur,” he said. “I admire you, though I can’t equal you. And as I’m not willing to be second even to you, I’m going to our sea island, near the Carolina coast, when this war is over, lie down under the shade of a live oak, have our big colored man, Sam, to bring me luxurious food about once every three hours, and between these three-hour periods I’ll be fanned by Julius, another big colored man of ours, and I won’t make any exertion except to tell day by day to admiring visitors how I whipped the Yankees every time I could get near enough to see ’em, and how a lot more were scared to death just because they heard me crashing through the brush.”
“You’ll do the bragging part, all right, Happy,” said St. Clair. “I believe you could keep up the sort of existence you describe for a year at least.”
“I’d like to try. Now, what under the stars is that?”
Nothing had happened. Something had merely ceased to happen. The great cannonade had stopped in an instant, as if by a preconcerted signal, and their nerves, attuned so long to such a continuous roar, seemed to collapse, because some support was withdrawn. Harry’s face turned white and his heart beat very fast, but in a few moments he recovered himself.
“I suppose they’ve given it up for the time being,” he said, “but they’re sure to try it again in some other way.”
“That’s a safe prediction,” said St. Clair. “Burnside is trying to get across the Rappahannock to attack us, because the whole North is driving him on, and he hasn’t got the moral courage to hold back until he can choose his time and place. Funny how this silence oppresses one.”
The whole Southern army, along its six miles of length, was now standing up and looking toward the point on the other shore of the Rappahannock where the Union batteries were massed. All work seemed to have been abandoned there, although the troops were still clustered along the shore and about the bridge head. Clouds of smoke from the great batteries floated down the river.
“A Yankee failure so far, Harry,” said Colonel Leonidas Talbot. “The bridge has advanced no further, and I should say that our shore is now enriched by about fifty thousand pounds of steel hurled from those batteries and with little harm to us.”
“I’ve no doubt you’re right, sir,” said Harry, “and now that a period of rest has come, I shall hurry back to General Jackson, who may need me to carry some order.”
“A moment, please, Harry, my boy,” said Colonel Talbot, twirling his mustaches. “You are near to General Jackson, of course, being his personal aide. If it should fall out conveniently, would you do myself and my most excellent friend and second, Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire, a small favor?”
“Of course, Colonel. Gladly. What is it?”
“If the enemy should cross the river, as he probably will, and if you should be near enough to Lieutenant-General Thomas Jonathan Jackson, and if the moment should be propitious, would you kindly whisper in his ear that the skeleton regiment, known as the Invincibles, Leonidas Talbot, Colonel, and Hector St. Hilaire, Lieutenant-Colonel, would be overjoyed at the honor of leading the attack upon the intrusive and invading Yankee army?”
“Promise, Harry, promise!” seconded Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St. Hilaire in his softest and most persuasive South Carolina accent. “You really owe that to us.”
“I promise gladly,” replied Harry; “but you know what General Jackson is. He makes his plans without telling anybody what they are, and he carries them out. If it is a part of his plan for the Invincibles to lead the attack, so far as his division is concerned, you’ll lead it. If not, you won’t.”