He was in time, too, for the great battle which was to end the war.

The cool wind that blew upon his face tingled with life and made his pulses leap.

Beneath the granite of his nature and a phlegmatic exterior, he concealed a warm heart that always beat steadfastly for his friends and his country.
"Dick," he said, "have they heard anything directly from Harper's Ferry ?" "Not a word, at least none that I've heard about, but it's quite sure that Jackson hasn't taken the place yet.

Why should he?
We have there twelve or thirteen thousand good men, most of whom have proven their worth in the valley.

Why, they ought to beat him off entirely." "And while they're doing that we ought to be taking Mr.Lee and a lot of well-known Confederate gentlemen.