“A dark sunset, Hector,” said Colonel Talbot, “but a bright dawn will come, even yet.”

“Who can doubt it, Leonidas?  We won a glorious victory over odds in the morning, but when a million Yankees appeared on the field in the afternoon it was too much.”

“That’s always the trouble, Hector.  We are never able to finish our victories, because so many of the enemy always come up before the work is done.”

“It’s a great pity, Leonidas, that we didn’t count the Yankees before the war was started.”

“It’s too late now.  Don’t call up a sore subject, Hector.  We’ve got to take care of these lads of ours, and try to get them across the mountain somehow to Lee.  It’s useless to seek Early and we couldn’t reach him if we tried.  He’s done for.”

“Alas!  It’s true, Leonidas!  We’re through with the valley for this autumn at least, and, since the organization of the army here is broken up, there is nothing for us to do but go to Lee.  Harry, is this a high mountain?”

“Not so very high, sir,” replied Harry Kenton, who was just behind him, “but I don’t think we can cross it tonight.”

“Maybe we don’t want to do so,” said Colonel Talbot.  “You boys have food in your knapsacks, taken from the Union camps, which we held for a few short and glorious hours.  At least we have brought off those valuable trophies, and, when we have climbed higher up the mountain side, we will sup and rest.”

The colonel held himself very erect, and spoke in a firm proud tone.  He would inspire a high spirit into the hearts of these boys of his, and in doing so he inspired a great deal of it into his own.  He looked back at his column, which still limped bravely after him.  It was too dark for him to see the faces of the lads, but he knew that none of them expressed despair.

“That’s the way, my brave fellows,” he said.  “I know we’ll find a warm and comfortable cove higher up.  We’ll sleep there, and tomorrow we’ll start toward Lee.  When we join him we’ll whip Grant, come back here and rout Sheridan and then go on and take Washington.”

“Where I mean yet, sir, to sleep in the White House with my boots on,” said the irrepressible Happy.

“You are a youth frivolous of speech, Thomas Langdon,” said Colonel Leonidas Talbot gravely, “but I have always known that beneath this superficiality of manner was a brave and honest heart.  I’m glad to see that your courage is so high.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Happy sincerely.

Half way up the mountain they found the dip they wished, sheltered by cedars and pines.  Here they rested and ate, and from their covert saw many lights burning in the valley.  But they knew they were the lights of the victorious foe, and they would not look that way often.

The October winds were cold, and they had lost their blankets, but the dry leaves lay in heaps, and they raked them up for beds.  The lads, worn to the bone, fell asleep, and, after a while, only the two colonels remained awake.