Harry and Dalton, as the youngest, took their modest places in the rear of the group of staff officers, just behind Lee, and looked expectantly over the plain.
They saw at the far edge a long line of horsemen, so long, in fact, that the eye did not travel its full distance.

Nearer by, all the guns of "Stuart's Horse Artillery" were posted upon a hill.
Harry's heart began to beat at the sight--mimic, not real, war, but thrilling nevertheless.

A bugle suddenly sounded far away, its note coming low, but mellow.

Other bugles along the line sang the same tune, and then came rolling thunder, as ten thousand matchless horsemen, led by Stuart himself, charged over the plain straight toward the hill on which Lee sat on his horse.
The horsemen seemed to Harry to rise as if they were coming up the curve of the earth.

It was a tremendous and thrilling sight.