'Because you're no account Johnnies,' I said, 'while my wounded friend and I are high-toned Yanks.' 'I beg your pardon,' said the Johnny, who was one of the most polite fellows I ever saw, 'I didn't see your uniform clearly by this dim light, but the parties looking for the wounded are mostly going in, and you're likely to be left here with your friend, who needs attention.
Better come along with us and be prisoners and give him a chance to get well.' "Now, that was white, real white, but I thanked him and said that as soon as General Buell heard that the best two soldiers in his whole army were here resting, he'd come with his finest ambulance for us, driving his horses himself.

They said then they didn't suppose they were needed and went on.

But do you know, ma'am, every one of those Johnnies, as he passed poor old unconscious Dick with his head in my lap, took off his hat." "It was a fine thing for them to do," said Colonel Winchester, and then he whispered: "I'm glad you talked that way, Warner.

It helps.

You see, she's feeling more cheerful already." "Yes, and you see old Dick's opening his eyes.