After I got up the bank and climbed into the bushes, I looked back, and I think, Mason, that you may have saved me from a bullet.

I don't know, but I think so." Dick said nothing, but despite the dusk Woodville read the truth in his eyes.
"I shan't forget," said the young Mississippian as he moved away.
Dick turned back to his own group.

They had noticed him talking to the lad in gray, but they paid no attention, nor thought it anything unusual.

It was common enough in the great battles of the American civil war, most of which lasted more than one day, for the opposing soldiers to become friendly in the nights between.
"I think, sir," said Sergeant Whitley, "that we won't be able to get any more of our wounded to-night.

Now, pardon me for saying it, Lieutenant, but we ought to have some rest, because when day comes there's going to be the most awful attack you ever saw.