"Not a bad fellow, I fancy," said Harry, as they rode away.

"No, but our stubborn enemy, all the same. Wherever our battle is
fought we'll find a lot of these Pennsylvania Dutchmen standing up to
us to the last."

Harry and Dalton rejoined the staff, bringing with them no information
of value, and they marched slowly on another day, camping in the cool of
the evening, both armies now being lost to the anxious world that waited
and sought to find them.

Lee himself, as Harry gathered from the talk about him, was uncertain.
He did not wish a battle now, but his advance toward the Susquehanna
had been stopped by the news that the Army of the Potomac could cut in
behind. The corps of Ewell had been recalled, and Harry, as he rode to
it with a message from his general, saw his old friends again. They
were in a tiny village, the name of which he forgot, and Colonel Talbot
and Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire, sitting in the main room of what
was used as a tavern in times of peace, had resumed the game of chess,
interrupted so often. Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire was in great glee,
just having captured a pawn, and Colonel Talbot was eager and sure of
revenge, when Harry entered and stated that he had delivered an order
to General Ewell to fall back yet farther.

"Most untimely! Most untimely!" exclaimed Colonel Talbot, as they
rapidly put away the board and chessmen. "I was just going to drive
Hector into a bad corner, when you came and interrupted us."

"You are my superior officer, Leonidas," said Lieutenant-Colonel Hector