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He bent anxiously over a field map with his Adjutant. His face was clouded with deep anxiety.
"Why doesn't Gordon report?" he cried. "We've sent three couriers. They haven't returned. Grant has not only closed the road to Lynchburg, he has pushed a wedge into our lines and cut Gordon off. If he has, we're in a trap--"
"It couldn't have happened in an hour!" Taylor protested.
"Order Fitzhugh Lee to concentrate every horse for Gordon's support and call in Alexander for a conference."
Taylor hastened to execute the command and Lee sat down under the flower-draped tree.
Sam approached bearing a tray.
"De coffee's all ready, Ma.r.s.e Robert--'ceptin' dey ain't no coffee in it. Does ye want a cup? Hit's good, hot black water, sah!"
Lee's eyes were not lifted.
"No, Sam, thank you."
The faithful negro shook his head and walked back to his sorry kitchen.
Taylor handed his order to a dust-covered courier.
"Take this to Fitz Lee."
The courier scratched his head.
"I don't know General Fitz Lee, sir."
"The devil you don't. What division are you from?"
"Dunno, sir. Been cut to pieces so many times and changed commanders so much I dunno who the h.e.l.l I belong to--"
"How'd you get here?"
"Detailed for the day."
"You know General John B. Gordon?"
The dusty figure stiffened.
"I'm from Georgia."
"Take this to him."
Taylor handed the man his order as the thunder of a line of artillery opened on the left.
"Which way is General Gordon?" the courier asked.
"That's what I want to know. Get to him. Follow the line of that firing.
You'll find him where it's hottest. Get back here quick if you have to kill your horse."
Sam came back with his tray.
"I got yo' breakfus' an' dinner both now, Ma.r.s.e Robert."
Lee looked up with a smile.
"Too tired now. Eat it for me, Sam--"
Sam turned quickly.
"Ya.s.sah. I do de bes' I kin fur ye."
As Sam went back to the kitchen he motioned to a ragged soldier who stood with his wife and little girl gazing at the General.
"Dar he is. Go right up an' tell him."
Sweeney approached Lee timidly. The wife and girl hung back.
He tried to bow and salute at the same time.
"Excuse me for coming, General Lee, but my company's halted there in the woods. You've stopped in a few yards of my house, sir. Won't you come in and make it your headquarters?"
"No, my good friend. I won't disturb your home."
The wife edged near.
"It's no trouble at all, sir. We'd be so proud to have you."
"Thank you. I always use my tent, Madame. I'll not be here long."
"Please come, sir!" the man urged.
Lee studied his face.
"Haven't I seen you before, my friend?"
"Yes, sir. I'm the man who brought the news that General Stuart had fallen at Yellow Tavern."
Lee grasped his hand.
"Oh, I remember. You're Sweeney--Sweeney whose banjo he loved so well.
And this is your wife and little girl?"
"Yes, sir," Mrs. Sweeney answered.
The Commander pressed her hand cordially.
"I'm glad to know you, Mrs. Sweeney. Your husband's music was a great joy to General Stuart."
