There he had lived in a large house, surrounded by a vast park, all his own.

Even as the man, maimed in body but as dauntless of mind as ever, rode back to Lee, his estate was in the hands of Union troops.

He had all to lose, but did not hesitate.
Harry saluted him and spoke to him gladly.

Ewell turned his piercing eyes upon him, hesitated a moment, and then said: "It's Kenton, young Harry Kenton of Jackson's staff.

I remember you in the Valley now.