"I told you I was riding with a message," he said, "and that message is
for General Pleasanton. It's from General Meade himself and it's no harm
for me to show it to so good a patriot as you."
"No, I think not," said the captain, flattered by the proof of respect
and confidence.
Harry took the letter from his pocket. It had been sealed at first,
but the warmth of the original bearer's body with a little help from
Harry later had caused it to come open.
"Look at that," said Harry proudly as he took out the paper.
The captain read it, and was mightily impressed. He was, as Harry had
surmised, a thoroughly staunch supporter of the Union. He would not only
furnish this valiant messenger with a good horse, but he would help him
otherwise on his way.
"Dexter," he called to an orderly, "bring the sorrel mare. She was
ridden by a good man, Mr. Haskell, but he met a sharpshooter's bullet.
Jump up."
Harry sprang into the saddle, and, astride such a fine piece of
horseflesh, he foresaw a speedy arrival in the camp of General Lee.
"I'll not only mount you," said the captain, "but we'll see you on the
way. General Pleasanton is on Lee's left flank and, as our course is in
that direction, we'll ride with you, and protect you from stray rebel
sharpshooters.
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