them, pointing, said:

"There is General Lee."

Harry and Dalton saw him sitting on his horse on Seminary Ridge, his
figure immovable, his eyes watching the Union brigades as they retreated
up the slopes of the opposite hill. It was about four o'clock in the
afternoon and the sunlight was brilliant. The commander and his horse
stood out like a statue on the hill, magnified in the blazing beams.

Harry and his comrade paused to look at him a few moments. Their
spirits had risen when they saw him. They felt that since Lee had come
all things were possible and when the whole of the two armies met in
battle the victory would surely be theirs.

The two rode quietly into the group of staff officers gathered at a
little distance behind Lee. They knew that it was not necessary now
to make any report or explanation. Events reported for themselves and
explained everything also. Their comrades greeted them with nods,
but Harry never ceased to watch Lee.

The commander-in-chief in his turn was gazing at the panorama of battle,
spread almost at his feet. Although the combat was dying, enough was
left to give it a terrible aspect. The strife still went on in a part
of Gettysburg and cannon were thudding and rifles cracking. The flames
from houses set on fire by the shells streamed aloft like vast torches.
Horses that had lost their riders galloped aimlessly, wild with terror.

While he looked, General Hill rode up and joined them. Hill had been
ill that day. His face was deadly in its pallor, and he swayed in his
saddle from weakness. But his spirit and courage were high. Harry saw
the two generals talking together, and again he glanced at the valley.
After long and desperate fighting the Southern victory had been
complete. Any young lieutenant could see that. The whole Northern
force was now being driven in great disorder upon Cemetery Hill, and a
man like Jackson, without going to see Lee, would have hurled his whole
force instantly upon those flying masses. Some one had called Ewell and
Hill, brave and able as they were, small change for Jackson, and the
phrase often came to Harry's mind. Still, it was not possible to find
any man or any two men who could fill the place of the great Stonewall.

The day was far from over. At least three hours of sunlight were left.
More Southern troops had come up, and Harry expected to see Lee launch
his superior numbers against the defeated enemy. But he did not.
There