A faint smile passed over Jackson’s face.
“You were lucky to make the exchange of horses,” he said, “and you have done well. The enemy comes and our days of rest are over. Do you know anything of Captain Sherburne and his troop?”
“Captain Sherburne, under the urgency of pursuit, scattered his men in order that some of them at least might reach you with the news of General McClellan’s crossing. I was the first detached, and so I know nothing of the others.”
“And also you were the first to arrive. I trust that Captain Sherburne and all of his men will yet come. We can ill spare them.”
“I truly hope so, sir.”
“You need food and sleep. Get both. You will be called when you are needed. You have done well, Lieutenant Kenton.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Harry, saluting again, withdrew. He was very proud of his general’s commendation, but he was also on the verge of physical collapse. He obtained some food at a camp fire near by, ate it quickly, wrapped himself in borrowed blankets, and lay down under the shade of an oak. Langdon saw him just as he was about to close his eyes, and called to him:
“Here, Harry, I didn’t know you were back. What’s your news?”
“That McClellan and the Yankee army are this side of the Potomac. That’s all. Good night.”
He closed his eyes, and although it was near the middle of the day, with the multifarious noises of the camp about him, he fell into the deep and beautiful sleep of the tired youth who has done his duty.
He was still asleep when Captain Sherburne, worn and wounded slightly, came in and reported also to General Jackson. He and his main force had been pursued and had been in a hot little brush with the Union cavalry, both sides losing several men. Others who had been detached before the action also returned and reported. All of them, like Harry, were told to seek food and sleep.
Harry slept a long time, and the soldiers who passed, making many preparations, never disturbed him. But the entire Southern army under Lee, assisted by his two great corps commanders, Jackson and Longstreet, was making ready to meet the Army of the Potomac under McClellan. The spirit of the Army of Northern Virginia was high, and the news that the enemy was marching was welcome to them.
When Harry awoke the sun had passed its zenith and the cool October shadows were falling. He yawned prodigiously, stretched his arms, and for a few moments could not remember where he was, or what he had been doing.
“Quit yawning so hard,” said Happy Tom Langdon. “You may get your mouth so wide open that you’ll never be able to shut it again.”
“What’s happened?”
“What’s happened, while you were asleep? Well, it will take a long time to tell it, Mr. Rip Van Winkle. You have slept exactly a week, and in the course of that time we fought a great battle with McClellan, were defeated by him, chiefly owing to your comatose condition, and have fallen back on Richmond, carrying you with us asleep in a wagon. If you will look behind you you will see the spires of Richmond. Oh, Harry! Harry! Why did you sleep so long and so hard when we needed you so much?”
“Shut up, Tom. If ever talking matches become the fashion, I mean to enter you in all of them for the first prize. Now, tell me what happened while I was asleep, and tell it quick!”
“Well, me lad, since you’re high and haughty, not to say dictatorial about it, I, as proud and haughty as thyself, defy thee. George, you tell him all about it.” Dalton grinned. A grave and serious youth himself, he liked Langdon’s perpetual fund of chaff and good humor.
“Nothing has happened, Harry, while you slept,” he said, “except that the army, or at least General Jackson’s corps, has been making ready for a possible great battle. We’re scattered along a long line, and General Lee and General Longstreet are some distance from us, but our generals don’t seem to be alarmed in the least. It’s said that McClellan will soon be between us and Richmond, but I can’t see any alarm about that either.”