Dick felt pity for the man who was forced to bear a blame not his own,
and who was too old for another chance. But he knew that the present
cloud would soon pass away, and that he would be remembered as the man
of Chippewa and Chapultepec.

"McClellan is already here to take his place," said Whitley. "He's
the young fellow who has been winning successes in the western part of
Virginia, an' they say he has genius."

Only a day or two later they saw McClellan walking down the same avenue
with the President. Dick had never beheld a more striking contrast.
The President was elderly, of great height, his head surmounted by a
high silk hat which made him look yet taller, while his face was long,
melancholy, and wrinkled deeply. His collar had wilted with the heat
and the tails of his long black coat flapped about his legs.

The general was clothed in a brilliant uniform. He was short and stocky
and his head scarcely passed the President's shoulder. He was redolent
of youth and self confidence. It showed in his quick, eager gestures
and his emphatic manner. He attracted the two boys, but the sergeant
shook his head somewhat solemnly.

"They say Scott was too old," he said, "and now they've gone to the
other end of it. McClellan's too young to handle the great armies that
are going into the field. I'm afraid he won't be a match for them old
veterans like Johnston and Lee."

"Napoleon became famous all over the world when he was only twenty-six,"
said Warner.