"Officer of the guard!" cried the sentinel. That officer appeared. Doctor Griffith repeated his errand. "Impossible; my orders are positive," replied the guard. "But I must," persisted the doctor. "You cannot," repeated the guard. "The commander-in-chief is intensely engaged." "Present, sir, my humble duty to his excellency, and say that Dr. Griffith waits upon him with secret and important intelligence, and craves an audience of only five minutes duration." He was soon ushered into Washington's presence. "The nature of the communication I am about to make to your excellency must be my apology for disturbing you at this hour of the night," observed the doctor. "While I am not permitted to divulge the names of the authorities from which I have obtained my information, I can assure you they are of the very first order, whether in point of character or attachment to the cause of American independence. I have sought this interview to warn your excellency against the conduct of Major-General Lee in to-morrow's battle. My duty is fulfilled, and I go now to pray to the God of battles for success to our arms, and that He may always have your excellency in His holy keeping." Doctor Griffith retired, and the battle of Monmouth was fought on the next day. Washington, with his aides, was approaching the scene of action, when he met a little fifer boy who archly observed: "They are all coming this way, your honor." "Who are coming, my little man?" inquired General Knox. "Why, our boys, your honor; our boys, and the British right after them," answered the fifer. "Impossible!" exclaimed Washington, and put spurs to his horse. Sure enough, he soon met General Lee's advance in full retreat. "What is the meaning of all this, sir?" he called out to General Lee. The latter was dumbfounded, and made no reply. "I demand, sir, to know the reason of this retreat," shouted Washington in a tone of anger. "By my own order," answered Lee, vexed by the commander's sharp address. "Go to the rear, you cowardly poltroon!" shouted Washington, thoroughly aroused and indignant over the conduct of the officer. At that juncture, his favorite aid, Lieutenant-Colonel Hamilton, leaped from his horse and, drawing his sword, addressed the general: "We are betrayed! Your excellency and the army are betrayed! And the time has come when every true friend of America and her cause must be ready to die in their defence!" Under the magic influence of the commander-in-chief the retreat was speedily arrested, and one of the most glorious victories of the Revolution achieved. Washington was almost ubiquitous in his exertions, and his noble white charger galloped over the battlefield, utterly regardless of danger, until the splendid beast sank under the excessive heat, and died. Immediately the general mounted another war-horse of equal spirit, and, brandishing his sword high in the air, called to the troops: