as a superior.

Colonel Winchester's regiment and the remains of Colonel Newcomb's
Pennsylvanians had been sent east after the defeat of the Union army at
the Seven Days, and were now with Pope's Army of Virginia, which was to
hold the valley and also protect Washington. Grant's success at Shiloh
had been offset by McClellan's failure before Richmond, and the President
and his Cabinet at Washington were filled with justifiable alarm.
Pope was a western man, a Kentuckian, and he had insisted upon having
some of the western troops with him.

The sergeant rode his horse slowly up the slope, and joined the lads over
whom he watched like a father.

"And what have the hundred eyes of Argus beheld?" asked Warner.

"Argus?" said the sergeant. "I don't know any such man. Name sounds
queer, too."

"He belongs to a distant and mythical past, sergeant, but he'd be mighty
useful if we had him here. If even a single one of his hundred eyes were
to light on Stonewall Jackson, it would be a great service."

The sergeant shook his head and looked reprovingly at Warner.

"It ain't no time for jokin'," he said.

"I was never further from it. It seems to me that we need a lot of
Arguses more than anything else. This is the enemy's country, and we
hear that Stonewall Jackson is advancing. Advancing where, from what and