With a mighty
effort he steadied himself in the saddle and St. Clair heard him say in a
fierce undertone: "I will go through with it!" St. Clair looked across
at Langdon and the signaling look of Happy Tom replied. They drew in
just a little closer. Now and then they talked to him sharply and
briskly, rousing him again and again from the lethargy into which he was
fast sinking.
"Look! In the woods over there, Harry!" exclaimed St. Clair. "See the
men stretched asleep on the grass! They're the survivors of Pickett's
brigades that charged at Gettysburg."
"And I was there!" said Harry. "I saw the greatest charge ever made in
the history of the world!"
He reeled a little toward St. Clair, who caught him by the shoulder and
straightened him in the saddle.
"Of course you had a pleasant, easy ride from the Potomac," said Happy
Tom, "but I don't understand how as good a horseman as you lost your
horse. I suppose he ran away while you were picking berries by the
roadside."
"Me pick berries by the roadside, while I'm on such a mission!" exclaimed
Harry indignantly, rousing himself up until his eyes flashed, which was
just what Happy wished. "I didn't see any berries! Besides I didn't
start on a horse.
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