Resolution and tenacity, he now saw, were worth
as much as cannon balls.
Harry did not leave the Capitol until the middle of the afternoon,
when he drifted back to the restaurant at which he had obtained his
breakfast, where he spent the other half of the dollar for luncheon.
Then he resolved to escape from Washington that night. He had picked up
by casual talk and observation together a fair knowledge of Washington's
defenses. Above all he had learned that the North was pouring troops in
an unbroken stream into the capital, and that the great advance on the
line of Bull Run would take place very soon. He could scarcely expect
to achieve more; he had already surpassed his hopes, and it was surely
time to go.
He left the restaurant. The streets were still crowded, and he saw
standing at the nearest corner a figure that seemed familiar. He took a
long look, and then he was shaken with alarm. It was Shepard. He had
seen him under such tense conditions that he could never forget the man.
The turn of his shoulders, the movement of his head--all were familiar.
And Harry had a great respect for the keenness and intelligence of
Shepard. He could not forget how Shepard had talked to him that night
in Montgomery.
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