There were plenty of riderless horses, and capturing two, one of which
had belonged to a Union officer, they went back in search of their
commander. It was a terrible field over which they passed, strewed with
human wreckage, smoke and dust still floated over everything. They
inquired as they advanced of officers who were just arriving upon the
field, and one of 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