Lee,
with his invincible legions, was still sweeping northward. Doubtless the
Confederate hosts now trod the soil of a free State, and Dick and his
comrades feared in their very souls that Lee was marching to another
great victory.
"I wish I could hear from Harry Kenton," said Dick to Warner. "I'd like
to know whether he passed through Chancellorsville safely."
"Don't you worry about him," said Warner. "That rebel cousin of yours
has luck. He also has skill. Let x equal luck and y skill. Now x plus
y equals the combination of luck and skill, which is safety. That proves
to me mathematically that he is unharmed and that he is riding northward--
to defeat, I hope."
"We've got to win here," said Dick. "If we don't, I'm thinking the cause
of the Union will be more than doubtful. We don't seem to have the
generals in the East that we have in the West. Our leaders hang on here
and they don't overestimate the enemy."
"That's so," said Pennington. "Now, I wonder what 'Pap' Thomas is doing."
"He's somewhere in Tennessee, I suppose, watching Bragg," said Dick.
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