They were awakened toward morning by Sherburne, who stood before them holding his horse by the bridle.

The horse was wet with foam, and it was evident that he had been ridden far and hard.
"What is it ?" asked Harry, springing to his feet.

"I've been riding with General Stuart," replied Sherburne, who looked worn and weary, but nevertheless exultant.

"How many miles we've ridden I'll never know, but we've been along the whole Northern front and around their wings.
With the help of Fitz Lee we've discovered their weak point.

The Northern left, fortified in the thickets, is impossible.