"
"Has he done that?" exclaimed Dick aghast. Like other young officers he
felt perfectly competent to criticize anybody.
"He has, and it seems to me that when the enemy divided was the time for
us to unite or remain united. Then we could scoop him up in detail.
Why, Dick, with an army of sixty thousand men or so, made of such
material as ours has shown itself to be, we could surely beat any
Southern force in Kentucky!"
"Especially as we have no Lees and Stonewall Jacksons to fight."
"Maybe General Buell has divided his force in order to obtain plenty of
water," said Pennington. "We fellows ought to be fair to him."
"Perhaps you're right," said Warner, "and you're right when you say we
ought to be fair to him. I know it will be a great relief to General
Buell to find that we three are supporting his management of this army.
Shall I go and tell him, Frank?"
"Not now, but you can a little later on. Suppose you wait until a day or
two after the battle which we all believe is coming."
The three boys were really in high spirits. Little troubled them but the
dryness and the dust.
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