arly two miles to the crest of a hill and then, using
their strong glasses in the moonlight, they were able to see the lights
of a vast camp.

"We hear that it is Warren's corps," said Clayton. "As General Ewell
doubtless has told you, the enemy know that we're in front, but I don't
believe they know our exact location. I believe we'll be in battle with
those men in the morning."

Harry thought so too. In truth, it was inevitable. Warren would advance
and Ewell would stand in his way. Yet he slept soundly when he went back
to camp, although he was awakened long before dawn the next day. Then he
ate breakfast, mounted and sat his horse not far away from Ewell, whom
two soldiers had strapped into his saddle, and who was watching with
eager eyes for the sunrise.

Harry, listening intently, heard no sound in front of them, save the wind
rippling through the dwarfed forests of the Wilderness, and he knew that
no battle had yet begun elsewhere. Sound would come far on that placid
May morning, and it was a certainty that Ewell was nearest to contact
with the enemy.

But Ewell did not yet move. All his men had been served with early
breakfast, such as it was, and remained in silent masses, partly hidden
by the forest and thickets. The dawn was cold, and Harry felt a little
chill, but it soon passed, as the red edge of the sun showed over the
eastern border of the Wilderness. Then the light spread toward the
zenith, but the golden glow failed to penetrate the somber thickets.

"It's going to be a good day," said Harry to an aide.

"A good day for a battle."

"We'll hear from the Yankees soon. They can't fail to discover our exact
location by sunrise, and they'll fight. Be sure of that."

It was now nearly six o'clock, and General Ewell, growing impatient,
rode forward a little. Harry followed with his staff. A half-dozen
Southern sharpshooters rose suddenly out of the thickets, and one of them
dared to lay his hands on the reins of the general's horse. But Ewell
was not offended. He looked down at the man and said:

"What is it, Strother?"

"Riflemen of the enemy are not more than three or four hundred yards
away. If you go much farther, General, they will certainly see you and
fire upon you."

"Thanks, Strother. So they've located us?"

"They're about to do it. They're feeling around. We've seen 'em in the
bushes. We ask you not to go on, General. We wouldn't know what to do
without you. Th