“Fine air,” said Harry.
“Yes, but too much of it,” said Dalton.
“Br-h-h-h-h, how it freezes me! Look at the icicles, George! I think some new ones came to town last night! And what a cold river! I don’t believe there was ever a colder-looking river than the Rappahannock!”
“And see the fogs and mists rising from it, too. It looks exactly as it did the morning of the battle.”
“Let it look as it pleases,” said Harry. “I’m going to make a dash for the inside and a fire!”
They found the colonels and the rest of the staff in the sitting-room, all except two, who were acting as cooks, but their work ceased in a moment or two, as breakfast was ready. It consisted of coffee and bread and ham left over from the night before. A heap of timber glowed in the fireplace and shot forth ruddy flames. Harry’s soul fairly warmed within him.
“Sit down, all of you,” said Colonel Talbot, “and we’ll help one another.”
They ate with the appetite of the soldier, and Colonel Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire, finishing first, withdrew to a wide window seat. There they produced the board and box of chessmen and proceeded to rearrange them exactly as they were before the battle of Fredericksburg.
“You will recall that your king was in great danger, Leonidas,” said Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St. Hilaire.
“Truly I do, Hector, but I do not think it beyond my power to rescue him.”
“It will be a hard task, Leonidas.”
“Hector, I would have you to remember that I am an officer in the Army of Northern Virginia, and the Army of Northern Virginia prefers hard tasks to easy ones.”
“You put the truth happily, Leonidas, but I must insist that your position is one of uncommon danger.”
“I recognize the fact fully, Hector, but I assert firmly that I will rescue my red king.”
Harry, his part of the work finished, watched them. The two gray heads bent lower and lower over the table until they almost touched. Everybody maintained a respectful silence. Colonel Talbot’s brow was corded deeply with thought. It was a full quarter of an hour before he made a move, and then his opponent looked surprised.
“That does not seem to be your right move, Leonidas.”
“But it is, Hector, as you will see presently.”
“Very well. I will now choose my own course.”
Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire’s own brow became corded and knotted as he put his whole mental energy upon the problem. Harry watched them a little while, and then strolled over to the other window, where St. Clair was looking at the ruined town.
“Curious how people can find entertainment in so slow a game,” he said, nodding toward the two colonels.
“That same game has been going on for more than a year,” said St. Clair, with a slight smile. “It’s odd how something always breaks it up. I wonder what it will be this time. But it’s an intelligent game, Harry.”
“I don’t think a sport is intellectual, merely because it is slow.”
Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire made a move, Colonel Leonidas Talbot made another, and then promptly uttered a little cry of triumph.
“My king is free! He is free! You made no royal capture, Hector!” he exclaimed joyously.
“It is so, Leonidas. I did not foresee your path of retreat. I must enter upon a new campaign against you.”
Harry, who was looking toward the heights on the other side of the river, saw a flash of flame and a puff of smoke. A rumbling noise came to him.
“What is it, Harry?” asked Colonel Talbot.
“A Yankee cannon. I suppose it was telling us Christmas is over. The ball struck somewhere in Fredericksburg.”
“A waste of good ammunition. Why, they’ve done all the damage to Fredericksburg that they can do. It’s your move, Hector.”
Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire corded and knotted his brow again, and once more the two heads nearly met over the chessboard. A whistling sound suddenly came from the street without. Something struck with a terrible impact, and then followed a blinding flash and roar. The whole house shook and several of the men were thrown down, but in a half minute they sprang to their feet.