But Harry saw no sign of discouragement on the face of the chief whom he respected and admired so much.  Lee was thinner and his hair was whiter, but his figure was as erect and vigorous as ever, and his face retained its ruddy color.  Yet he knew the odds against him.  Grant outside his works mustered a hundred thousand trained fighters, not raw levies, and the seasoned Army of the Potomac, that had persisted alike through victory and defeat, and proof now against any adversity, saw its prize almost in its hand.  And the worn veterans whom the Southern leader could marshal against Grant were not one third his numbers.

The orderly who usually brought Lee’s horse was missing on another errand, and Harry himself was proud to bring Traveler.  The general was absorbed in deep thought, and he did not notice until he was in the saddle who held the bridle.

“Ah, it is you, Lieutenant Kenton!” he said.  “You are always where you are needed.  You have been a good soldier.”

Harry flushed deeply with pleasure at such a compliment from such a source.

“I’ve tried to do my best, sir,” he replied modestly.

“No one can do any more.  You and Mr. Dalton keep close to me.  We must go and deal with those people, once more.”

His calm, steady tones brought Harry’s courage back.  To the young hero-worshiper Lee himself was at least fifty thousand men, and even with his scanty numbers he would pluck victory from the very heart of defeat.

There could no longer be any possible doubt that Grant was about to attack, and Lee made his dispositions rapidly.  While he led the bulk of his army in person to battle, Longstreet was left to face the army north of the James, while Gordon at the head of Ewell’s old corps stood in front of Petersburg.  Then Lee turned away to the right with less than twenty thousand men to meet Grant, and fortified himself along the White Oak Road.  Here he waited for the Union general, who had not yet brought up his masses, but Harry and Dalton felt quite sure that despite the disparity of numbers Lee was the one who would attack.  It had been so all through the war, and they knew that in the offensive lay the best defensive.  The event soon proved that they read their general’s mind aright.

It was the last day of March when Lee suddenly gave the order for his gaunt veterans to advance, and they obeyed without faltering.  The rains had ceased, a bright sun was shining, and the Southern trumpets sang the charge as bravely as at the Second Manassas or Chancellorsville.  They had only two thousand cavalry on their flank, under Fitz Lee, but the veteran infantry advanced with steadiness and precision.  Colonel Leonidas Talbot and Lieutenant Colonel Hector St. Hilaire were on foot now, having lost their horses long since, but, waving their small swords, they walked dauntlessly at the head of their little regiment, St. Clair and Langdon, a bit farther back, showing equal courage.