I'll stay here close beside you until they come." The cavalryman was dying; she saw it; he knew it.

And his swollen lips moved.
"Don't waste time with me," he managed to say.
"Then--will you lie very still and not move ?" "Yes; only don't let the horse step on me." She drew her little note-book and pencil from the pocket of her gown and gently lowered her head until one ear was close to his lips.
"What is your name and regiment ?" His voice became suddenly clear.
"John Casson--Egerton's Dragoons.

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