they selected the two best to which they changed their saddles
and bridles.

"We'll leave our own horses for our inhospitable friends," said General
Jackson, "and he'll not suffer by the exchange."

Mounting the fresh horses they rode rapidly, and, after the coming of
the dawn, Harry saw that they were approaching Richmond, and he guessed
now what was coming.

General Jackson had in his pocket a pass sent to him by General Lee,
and they swiftly went through the lines of pickets, and then on through
Richmond. People were astir in the streets of the Southern capital, and
many of them saw the bearded man in an old uniform and a black slouch
hat riding by, accompanied by only a boy, but not one of them knew that
this was Stonewall Jackson, whose fame had been filling their ears for a
month past. Nor, if they had known him would they have divined how much
ill his passage boded to the great army of McClellan.

They went through Richmond and on toward the front. Midday passed, and
at three o'clock they reached the house in which Lee had established his
headquarters.

"Who is it?" asked a sentinel at the door.

"Tell General Lee that General Jackson is waiting."

The sentinel hurried inside, General Jackson and his aide dismounted,
and a moment later General Lee came out, extending his hand, which
Jackson clasped. The two stood a moment looking at each other. It was
the first time that they had met in the war, but Harry saw by the glance
that passed that each knew the other a man, not an ordinary man, nor
even a man of ten thousand, but a genius of the kind that appears but
seldom. It was all the more extraordinary that the two should appear at
the same time, serving together in perfect harmony, and sustaining for
so long by their united power and intellect a cause that seemed lost
from the first.

It was not any wonder that Harry gazed with all his eyes at the
memorable meeting. He knew Jackson, and he was already learning much of
Lee.

He saw in the Confederate commander-in-chief a man past fifty, ruddy of
countenance, hair and beard short, gray and thick, his figure tall
and powerful, and his expression at once penetrating and kind. He was
dressed in a fine gray uniform, precise and neat.

Such was Robert Edward Lee, and Harry thought him the most impressive
human being upon whom he had ever looked.

"General Jackson," said General Lee, "this is a fortunate meeting. You
have saved the Confederacy."

General