"Then we'll go at once to General Beauregard. He is in his tent now,
conferring with some of his chief officers."
A great marquee stood in the shade of a grove, only two or three hundred
yards away. Its sides were open, as the heat was great, and Harry saw
the commander-in-chief within, talking earnestly with men in the uniform
of generals. Longstreet, Early, Hill and others were there. Harry was
somewhat abashed, but he had the moral support of Colonel Talbot, and,
after the first few moments of embarrassment, he told his story in a
direct and incisive manner. The officers listened with attention.
"It confirms the other reports," said Beauregard.
"It goes further," said Longstreet. "Our young friend here is obviously
a lad of intelligence and discernment and what he saw in Washington
shows that the North is resolved to crush us. The battle that we are
going to fight will not be the last battle by any means."
"Each side is too sanguine," said Hill.
"You have done well, Lieutenant Kenton," said Beauregard, "and now you
can rejoin your regiment. You are to receive a promotion of one grade."
Harry was glad to leave the marquee and hurry toward the camp of the
Invincibles.
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