You saved us before Bull Run when we were beleaguered at a fort in the Valley." "Ah, I remember!" exclaimed Stuart.

"And a most gallant fight you were making.

And I recognize this young officer, too.

He was the messenger who met me in the fields.

Your hand, Mr.Kenton." He stretched out his own hand in its long yellow buckskin glove, and Harry, flushing with pride, shook it warmly.
"It's good of you, General," he said, "to remember me." "I'm glad to remember you and all like you.