Ewell, strapped to his horse, had regained his ruddiness and physical
vigor. Harry saw his eyes shine as he read the dispatch, and he knew
that nothing could please him more.

"You know what is in this, Lieutenant Kenton?" he said, tapping the
paper.

"I do, sir, and I'm sorry I can't go with you."

"So am I; but as sure as you and I are sitting here on our horses,
trouble is coming to Mr. Milroy. Some friends of yours in the little
regiment called the Invincibles are just beyond the hill. Perhaps you'd
like to see them."

Harry thanked him, saluted, and rode over the hill, where he found the
two colonels, St. Clair and Langdon riding at the head of their men.
The youths greeted him with a happy shout and the colonels welcomed him
in a manner less noisy but as sincere.

"The sight of you, Harry, is good for any kind of eyes," said Colonel
Talbot. "But what has brought you here?"

"An order from General Lee to General Ewell."

"Then it must be of some significance."

"It is, sir, and since it will be no secret in a few minutes, I can
tell you that this whole corps is going to Winchester to take Milroy.
I wish I could go with you, Colonel, but I can't."