"
"And so for a few minutes," said Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire,
valiantly, "we must let General Lee conduct the victory alone."
"And the Invincibles!" exclaimed Harry, horrified. "Are they all gone
but you?"
"Not at all," replied Colonel Talbot. "There is so much smoke about that
you can't see much, but if it clears a little you will behold Lieutenant
St. Clair and the youth rightly called Happy Tom and some three score
others, lying among the bushes, not far ahead of you, giving thorough
attention to the enemy."
"And is that all that's left of the Invincibles?"
"It's a wonder that they're so many. You were right about this man,
Grant, Harry. He's a fighter, and their artillery is numerous and
wonderful. John Carrington himself must be in front of us. We have not
seen him, but the circumstantial evidence is conclusive. Nobody else in
the world could have swept this portion of the Wilderness with shell and
shrapnel in such a manner. Why, he has mowed down the bushes in long
swathes as the scythe takes the grass and he has cut down our men with
them. How does the battle go elsewhere?"
"We're succeeding. We're driving 'em back. I can stop only a moment
now. I'm on my way to General Ewell.
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