"You were at Brandy Station, and we weren't," said St. Clair quietly.
"It's our turn now."

"Right you are, Arthur," said Langdon. "I mean to take this man Milroy
with my own hands. I remember that he gave us trouble in Jackson's
time. He's been licked once. What right has he to come back into the
Valley?"

"He's there," said Harry, "and they say that he's riding it hard with
ironshod hoofs."

"He won't be doing it by the time we see you again," said St. Clair
confidently as they rode away.

Harry did not see them again for several days, but when Ewell's division
rejoined the main army, all that St. Clair predicted had come to pass.
St. Clair himself, with his left arm in a sling, where it was to remain
for a week, gave him a brief and graphic account of it.

"All the soldiers in the army that he had once led knew how Old Jack
loved that town," he said, "and they were on fire to drive the Yankees
away from it once more. We marched fast. We were the foot cavalry,
just as we used to be; and, do you know, that Cajun band was along with
our brigade, as lively as ever. The Yankees had heard of our coming,
but late. They had already built forts around Winchester, but they
didn't dream until the last moment that a big force from Lee's army was
at hand. Their biggest fort was on Applepie Ridge, some little distance
from Winchester. We came up late in the afternoon and had to rest a
while, as it was awful hot. Then we opened, with General Ewell himself
in direct command there. Old Jube Early had gone around to attack their