You'll be lucky later on whenever you get a single hour." Harry brushed the traces of sleep from his eyes and stood up straight.
"What's wanted ?" he asked.
"You and I and some others are going to take a little railroad trip, escorted by Stonewall Jackson.

That's all I know and that's all anybody knows except the general.

Come along and look your little best." Harry brushed out his wrinkled uniform, straightened his cap, and in a minute he and Dalton were with the group of staff officers about Jackson.

There was still a section of railway in the valley held by the South, and Jackson and his aides were soon aboard a small train on their way back to Winchester.

Harry, glancing from the window, saw the troops gathering up their ammunition and the teamsters hitching up their horses.
"It's going to be a retreat up the valley," he whispered to Dalton.