He glanced quickly around him.
The staff had trotted away; the captain and his detail were continuing their work at a little distance.

He took a long breath, for he was holding in his hand a tracing of their camp, even of the position he was to occupy tomorrow, and a detailed account of the movements, plans, and force of the whole division as had been arranged in council of war the day before the battle! But there was no indication of the writer or his intentions.
He thrust the papers hurriedly back into the envelope, but placed it, this time, in his breast.

He galloped towards the captain.
"Let me see again the officer from whom you took that packet!" The captain led him to where the body lay, with others, extended more decently on the grass awaiting removal.

General Brant with difficulty repressed an ejaculation.
"Why, it's one of our own men," he said quickly.
"Yes, General.

They say it's Lieutenant Wainwright, a regular, of the paymaster general's department." "Then what was he doing here ?" asked General Brant sternly.
"I can't make out, sir, unless he went into the last advance as a volunteer.