He was growing sleepy again and he dozed in his saddle.

Half consciously he thought of his father and wondered where he was.

He had received only one letter from him after Shiloh, but he believed that he was still with the Confederate army in the west, taking an active part.
Much as he loved his father it was the first time that he had been in his thoughts in the last two weeks.

How could any one think of anything but the affair of the moment at such a time, when the seconds were ticked off by cannon-shots! In this vague and pleasant dream he also remembered Dick Mason, his cousin, who was now somewhere there in the west fighting on the other side.

He thought of Dick with affection and he liked him none the less because he wore the blue.