The night was warm and beautiful and the songs of birds came from the trees.

The general had eaten sparingly, and now he sat on a log in deep thought.

Presently he looked up and said: "Lieutenant Kenton, do you and Lieutenant Dalton ride forward in that direction and meet General Ewell.

He is coming, with his staff, to see me.

Escort him to the camp." He pointed out the direction and in an instant Harry and Dalton, also of the staff, were in the camp, following the line of that pointing finger.
They had the password and as they passed a little beyond the pickets they saw a half dozen horsemen riding rapidly toward them in the dusk.
"General Ewell, is it not, sir ?" said Harry, as he and Dalton gave the salute.
"I'm General Ewell," replied the foremost horseman.