13/49 After a moment it became grave. Last night two riflemen of our corps took as many Seneca scalps. Do you suppose that when I heard of these affairs I did not think of you--remembering what was done but yesterday at Cherry Valley ?" "Did you--remember--me ?" "Good God, yes!" I exclaimed, my nerves on edge again at the mere memory of her rashness. "I came here as a comrade--wishing to be of service, and--you have used me----" "Vilely," she said, looking serenely at me. That is much for me to tell to any man. |