“Why should there be?” said St. Clair, who was also sitting by. “It would make McClellan’s position dangerous, not ours.”
“Arthur puts it right,” said Langdon. “When we go to our tents, show him the new uniform you’ve got, Arthur. It’s the most gorgeous affair in the Army of Northern Virginia, and it cost him a whole year’s pay in Confederate money. Have you noticed, Harry, that the weakest thing about us is our money? We’re the greatest marchers and fighters in the world, but nobody, not even our own people, seem to fall in love with our money.”
“I suppose that General Jackson is now ready to march whenever the word should come,” said St. Clair. “The boys, as far as I can see, have returned to their rest and play. There’s that Cajun band playing again.”
“And it sounds mighty good,” said Harry. “Look at those Louisiana Frenchmen dancing.”
The spirits of the swarthy Acadians were irrepressible. As they had danced in the great days in the valley in the spring, now they were dancing when autumn was merging into winter, and they sang their songs of the South, some of which had come from old Brittany through Nova Scotia to Louisiana.
Harry liked the French blood, and he had learned to like greatly these men who were so much underestimated in the beginning. He and his comrades watched them as they whirled in the dance, clasped in one another’s arms, their dark faces glowing, white teeth flashing and black eyes sparkling. He saw that they were carried away by the music and the dance, and as they floated over the turf they were dreaming of their far and sunny land and the girls they had left behind them. He had been reared in a stern and more northern school, but he had learned long since that a love of innocent pleasure was no sign of effeminacy or corruption.
“Good to look on, isn’t it, Harry?” said St. Clair.
“Yes, and good to hear, too.”
“Come with me into this little dip, and I’ll show you another sight that’s good to see.”
There was a low ridge on their right, crested with tall trees and dropping down abruptly on the other side. A little distance on rose another low ridge, but between the two was a snug and grassy bowl, and within the bowl, sitting on the dry grass, with a chessboard between them, were Colonel Leonidas Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St. Hilaire. They were absorbed so deeply in their game that they did not notice the boys on the crest of the bank looking over at them.
Colonel Leonidas Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St. Hilaire had not changed a particle-to the eyes, at least-in a year and a half of campaigning and tremendous battles. They may have been a little leaner and a little thinner, but they were lean and thin men, anyhow. Their uniforms, although faded and worn, were neat and clean, and as each sat on a fragment of log, while the board rested on a stump between, they were able to maintain their dignity.
It was Colonel Talbot’s move. His hand rested on the red king and he pondered long. Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire waited without a sign of impatience. He would take just as long a time with his knight or bishop, or whichever of the white men he chose to use.
“I confess, Hector,” said Colonel Talbot at length, “that this move puzzles me greatly.”
“It would puzzle me too, Leonidas, were I in your place,” said Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire; “but you must recall that just before the Second Manassas you seemed to have me checkmated, and that I have escaped from a most dangerous position.”
“True, true, Hector! I thought I had you, but you slipped from my net. Those were, beyond all dispute, most skillful and daring moves you made. It pays to be bold in this world.”
“Do you know,” whispered St. Clair to Harry, “that this unfinished game is the one they began last spring in the valley? We saw them playing it in a fence corner before action. They’ve taken it up again at least four or five times between battles, but neither has ever been able to win. However, they’ll fight it out to a finish, if a bullet doesn’t get one first. They always remember the exact position in which the figures were when they quit.”