e but little complaint. They suffered in silence,
waiting for their comrades to take them away.

Then he passed around a section of forest that was burning fiercely.
Here Southern and Union soldiers had met on terms of peace and were
making desperate efforts to save their helpless comrades. Harry would
have been glad to give aid himself, but he was too well trained now to
turn aside when he rode for Lee.

He saw many dark figures passing before the flaming background, and as
he walked more slowly than he thought, he saw one that looked remarkably
familiar to him. It was impossible to see the face, but he knew the
walk and the lift of the shoulders. Discipline gave way to impulse now,
and he ran forward crying:

"Dick! Dick!"

Dick Mason, who had just dragged a wounded man beyond the range of the
flames, turned at the sound of the voice. Even had Harry seen his face
at first he would not have known him nor would Dick have known Harry.
Both were black with ashes, smoke and burned gunpowder. But Dick knew
the voice in an instant. Once more were the two cousins to meet in peace
on an unfinished battlefield.

Each driven by the same impulse stepped forward, and their hands met in
the strong grasp of blood kindred and friendship, which war itself could
not sever.

"You're alive, Harry!" said Dick. "It seems almost impossible after what
has happened to-day."

"And you too are all right. Not harmed, I see, though your face is an
African black."

"I should call your own color dark and smoky."

"I wasn't sure that you were in the East. When did you come?"

"With General Grant, and I knew that you were on General Lee's staff.
I've a message to give him by you. Oh! you needn't laugh. It's a good
straight talk."

"Go ahead then and say it to me."

"You say to General Lee that it's all over. Tell him to quit and send
his soldiers home. If he doesn't he'll be crushed."

Harry laughed again and waved his finger at the somber battlefield,
upon which he stood.

"Does this look like it?" he asked. "We're farther forward to-night than
we were this morning. Wouldn't General Grant be glad if he could say as
much?"

"It makes no difference. I know you don't believe me, but it's so.
The North is prepared as it never was before. And Grant will hammer and
hammer forever. We know what a man Lee is. The whole North admits it,
but I tell you the sun of the South is setting."

"You're growing poetical and p