He has lost a power of blood, but if you kin get him back to camp, an' use the med'cines which you Yanks have in such lots an' which we haven't, he may get well." "That's good advice," said Dick.

"Help me up with him." "Take him on your back.

That's the best way to carry a sick man." He set down his lantern, took up Warner bodily and put him on Dick's back.
"I guess you can carry him all right," he said.

"I'd light you with the lantern a piece of the way, but I've been out here long enough.

Marse Bob an' old Stonewall will get tired waitin' fur me to tell 'em how to end this war in a month." Dick, holding Warner in place with one hand, held out the other, and said: "You're a white man, through and through, Johnny Reb.