sonorous and laughing voice of Stuart.





VI.


STUART'S INSTINCT.


The festivities were kept up until nearly midnight.

Then Stuart yawned; said with a laugh, "Good morning, gentle-_men_" as
was his habit when he wished to work; and the tent was soon deserted.

I retired to rest, but at three in the morning felt a hand upon my
shoulder.

"The general is going to move, colonel, and wishes to see you," said
the orderly.

I rose, made my brief toilet, and went toward Stuart's tent where a
light was shining. He was writing busily at his desk, as fresh and gay
as on the preceding evening. His enormous constitution defied fatigue.

All at once I saw that there was another personage in the tent. He was
a young man of about twenty, of slight figure, beardless face, and an
expression so shy and retiring that he seemed ready to blush if you