e of victory for the one that strikes the
harder for home."

"That's a fine old mind of yours. Don't you ever feel any enthusiasm?"

"I do, when the figures warrant it. But I must reckon everything with
care before I permit myself to feel joy."

"I'm glad I'm not like you, Mr. Arithmetic, Mr. Algebra, Mr. Geometry
and Mr. Trigonometry."

"You mustn't make fun of such serious matters, Dick. It would be a noble
thing to be the greatest professor of mathematics in the world."

"Of course, George, but we wouldn't need him at this minute. But here
we are back at those cottages in which I saw the Southern officers
sheltering themselves. Well, they're ours again and I take it as a good
omen."

"Yes, here we rest, as the French general said, but I don't know that I
care about resting much more. I've had about all I want of it."

Nevertheless they spent the day quietly at the Sulphur Springs, and lay
down in peace that night. But the storm cloud, the blackest storm cloud
of the whole war so far, was gathering.

Lee, knowing the danger of the junction between Pope and McClellan had
resolved to hazard all on a single stroke. He would divide his army.
Jackson, so well called "the striking arm," would pass far around
through the maze of hills and mountains and fall like a thunderbolt
upon Pope's flank. At the sound of his guns Lee himself would attack in
front.

As Dick and his young comrades lay down to sleep this march, the
greatest of Stonewall Jackson's famous turning movements, had begun
already. Jackson was on his horse, Little Sorrel, his old slouch hat
drawn down over his eyes, his head bent forward a little, and the great
brain thinking, always thinking. His face was turned to the North.

Just a little behind Jackson rode one of his most trusted aides, Harry
Kenton, a mere youth in years, but already a veteran in service. Not
far away was the gallant young Sherburne at the head of his troop of
cavalry, and in the first brigade was the regiment of the Invincibles
led by Colonel Leonidas Talbot and Lieutenant Colonel Hector St.
Hilaire. Never had the two colonels seemed more prim and precise, and
not even in youth had the fire of battle ever burned more brightly in
their bosoms.

Jackson meant to pass around his enemy's right, crossing the Bull Run
Mountain at Thoroughfare Gap, then strike the railway in Pope's rear.
Longstreet, one of the heaviest hitters of the South, meanwhile was
to worry Pope incessantly al