St.Clair himself was with them, and when he saw Harry he galloped forward, uttering a shout.
St.Clair had known of the errand upon which Harry had gone with Sherburne, and now he was alarmed to see him riding back alone, worn and covered with dust.
"What's the matter, Harry ?" he cried, "and where are the others ?" "Nothing's the matter with me, and I don't know where the others are.
But, Arthur, I've got to see General Jackson at once! Where is he ?" Harry's manner was enough to impress his comrade, who knew him so well.
"This way," he said.

"Not more than four or five hundred yards.
There, that's General Jackson's tent!" Harry leaped from his horse as he came near and made a rush for the tent.

The flap was open, but a sentinel who stood in front put up his rifle, and barred the way.

A low monotone came from within the tent.
"The General's praying," he said.

"I can't let you in for a minute or two." Harry took off his hat and stood in silence while the two minutes lasted.