The unexpected, but not the unnatural, had happened.
"Oh, Harry! Harry!" he shouted.
The strong young figure in the uniform of a lieutenant in the Southern army turned in surprise at the sound of a familiar voice, and stood, staring.
"Dick! Dick Mason!" he cried.

Then the two sprang forward and grasped the hands of each other.

There was no display of emotion--they were of the stern American stock, taught not to show its feelings--but their eyes showed their gladness.
"Harry," said Dick, "I knew that you had been with Jackson, but I had no way of knowing until a moment ago that you were yet alive." "Nor I you, Dick.

I thought you were in the west." "I was, but after Shiloh, some of us came east to help.

It seemed after the Seven Days that we were needed more here than in the west." "You never said truer words, Dick.