CHAPTER IV.
THE FIRST CAPITAL Harry and Arthur stood two days later upon the sea wall of Charleston.
Sumter rose up black and menacing in the clear wintry air.

The muzzles of the cannon seemed to point into the very heart of the city, and over it, as ever, flew the defiant flag, the red and blue burning in vivid colors in the thin January sunshine.

The heart of Charleston, that most intense of all Southern cities, had given forth a great throb.

The Star of the West was coming from the North with provisions for the garrison of beleaguered Sumter.

They would see her hull on the horizon in another hour.
Both Harry and Arthur were trembling with excitement.