One gestured two or three times as he spoke, and he moved his arm rather stiffly.
The three Union colonels were in a little group not far from Dick, and they also were talking with one another.

Dick wondered what they would do, but he was saved from long wonderment by the call of a trumpet from the Southern force, and the appearance of a horseman not older than himself riding forward and bearing a white flag.
"They want a truce," said Colonel Hertford.

"Go and meet them, Mason." Dick, willing enough, turned his horse toward the young man who, heavily tanned, was handsome, well-built and dressed with scrupulous care in a fine gray uniform.
"My name is St.Clair," he said, "and I'm an officer on the staff of Colonel Leonidas Talbot, who commands the force behind me." "I think we've met once before," said Dick.

"My name is Mason, Richard Mason, and I am with Colonel Arthur Winchester, who commands one of the regiments that has just been fighting you." "It's so! Upon my life it's so, and you're the same Dick Mason that's the cousin of our Harry Kenton, the fellow he's always talking about! He's on General Lee's staff, but he's been detached for temporary duty with us.

He's over there all right.