as strapped to his saddle. But a strong Roman
nose and a sharp, penetrating eye showed that he was a man of force and
decision. Once, when he lifted his hat to return a salute, he showed a
head almost wholly bald.

Harry looked at him for a moment or two unknowing, and then crying
"General Ewell!" ran forward to greet him.

Harry was right. It was what was left of him who had been Jackson's
chief lieutenant in the Valley campaigns and who had fallen wounded
so terribly at the Second Manassas. After nine months of suffering,
here he was again, as resolute and indomitable as ever, able to ride
only when he was strapped in his saddle, but riding as much as any other
general, nevertheless.

And Ewell, who might well have retired, was one of those who had most to
lose by war. He had a great estate in the heart of a rich country near
Virginia's ancient capital, Williamsburg. There he had lived in a large
house, surrounded by a vast park, all his own. Even as the man, maimed
in body but as dauntless of mind as ever, rode back to Lee, his estate
was in the hands of Union troops. He had all to lose, but did not
hesitate.

Harry saluted him and spoke to him gladly. Ewell turned his piercing
eyes upon him, hesitated a moment, and then said:

"It's Kenton, young Harry Kenton of Jackson's staff. I remember you
in the Valley now. We've lost the great Jackson, but we'll beat the
Yankees yet."

Then he let loose a volley of oaths, much after the fashion of the
country gentleman of that time, both in America and England. But Harry
only smiled.

"I'm to have command of Jackson's old corps, the second," said Ewell,
"and if you're not placed I'll be glad to have you on my staff."

"I thank you very much, General," said Harry with great sincerity,
"but General Lee has taken me over, because I was with Jackson."

"Then you'll have all the fighting you want," said the indomitable
Ewell. "General Lee never hesitates to strike. But don't be the fool
that I was and get your leg shot off. If anything has to go, let it be
an arm. Look at me. I could ride with any man in all Virginia, a state
of horsemen, and now a couple of men have to come and fasten me in the
saddle with straps. But never mind."

He rode cheerily on, and Harry, turning back, met St. Clair and Langdon.
Both showed a pleased excitement.

"What is it?" asked Harry.

"Colonel Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire are at it again,
and there have