A single sentinel, rifle across his arms, was standing before it, but the flap was thrown back and a light was burning inside.
"I'm a messenger for General Jackson!" cried Harry.

"I've news that can't wait!" The sentinel hesitated a moment, but a figure within stepped to the door of the tent and Harry for the first time was face to face with Stonewall Jackson.

He had seen him often near or far, but now he stood before him, and was to speak with him.
Jackson was dressed fully and the fine wrinkles of thought showed on his brow, as if he had intended to study and plan the night through.

He was a tallish man, with good features cut clearly, high brow, short brown beard and ruddy complexion.

His uniform was quite plain and his appearance was not imposing, but his eyes of deep blue regarded the boy keenly.
"I'm Lieutenant Kenton, sir, of Colonel Talbot's Invincibles," replied Harry to the question which was not spoken, but which nevertheless was asked.