There was St.Clair, immaculate, a blazing red spot in either cheek, gazing at the great swarms of riflemen in front.

Colonel Leonidas Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St.Hilaire, those veteran West Pointers, were stalking up and down in front of their lines, fiercely bidding their men to lie down.

But Harry knew that his duty was elsewhere.
"I belong to the general!" he exclaimed.

"I must join him!" Casting one glance of regret at the fallen horse that had served him so well he rushed toward General Jackson, who with the rest of his staff had dismounted.

The general, showing no emotion or anxiety, was watching the doubtful combat.
Along the whole line the battle was deepening.