A Northern sharpshooter suddenly rose out of high weeds, not far in front, and fired directly at them.

The bullet whistled between Jackson and his aide.

Jackson turned to the young man and said: "Suppose you go to the rear.

You might get shot." The young man, of course, did not go, and Harry, who was not far behind them in an earthwork, watched them with painful anxiety.

He had seen the sudden uprising of the Northern skirmisher in the weeds and the flame from the muzzle.