Jackson spoke a few words to both, as they bent beside his bed, and commended them as brave soldiers.
Harry knew now, when he looked at the thin face and the figure scarcely able to move, that the great Jackson was going.
They went out oppressed by grief, and sought the Invincibles, whom they at last found encamped in an old orchard.

Colonel Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel St.Hilaire sat beneath an apple tree, and the chessboard was between them.
"They've been sitting there an hour," whispered Langdon, "but they haven't made a single move, nor will they make one if they stay there all day.

It's in my mind that neither of them sees the chessmen.
Instead they see the General--they visited him this morning." Harry did not speak to the two colonels, but turned away.
"We found the body of Bertrand yesterday," said Langdon, "and buried it just where he fell." "I'm glad of that," said Harry.
Harry and Dalton lingered at the Chandler House with the staff to which they belonged.

Three days passed and Sunday came.

Jackson was sinking all the while, and that morning the doctor informed his wife that he was about to die.