t door to get it. I caught hold of his shirt and whispered my name in his ear, and told him to lead me to the general's room.
Resistance was useless, and he did so. A light was struck, and before us lay the sleeping general.
He quickly raised up in bed and asked what this meant.
I said, General, get up — dress quick — you are a prisoner.
exclaimed the indignant general.
My name is Mosby; Stuart's cavalry are in possession of this place, and General Jackson holds Centreville.
Is Fitz Lee here?
Then take me to him; we were classmates.
Very well; but dress quick.
Two of my men assisted him to put on his clothes.
My motive in deceiving him in regard to the amount of my force was to deprive him of all hope of rescue.
I was in a most critical situation, for in addition to several thousand troops in the surrounding camps, a considerable number were quartered in the houses in the village.
If there had been the le ast concert among them they could easily have driven us