The map shows this house to be somewhat to the right of the Confederate centre, and about five miles to the rear of their first line." I bent over, intent on the map, endeavoring to fix each point clearly in my mind.

Parker paused in his speech, and the general turned about, his eyes fastened upon us.
"I understand," I said finally.
"Very well.

Deserters informed us last night that Johnston had taken this house for his headquarters.

This morning one of our most reliable scouts confirms the report, and says the place can be easily approached by a small party using the ravine for concealment, coming in past the negro cabins at the rear." My eyes brightened, as I straightened up, instantly comprehending the plan.
"What guard have they ?" "A few sentinels at the house, and a squad of cavalry in the stable.
Naturally they feel perfectly safe so far to the rear of their own lines.

It is the very audacity of such an attempt which makes success possible." The general stepped forward.
"Don't take this as an order, Lieutenant," he said bluntly.