Then the coloured men, spreading the sod quickly back in place, stepped aside from the low mound they had made, and Lloyd saw that it was smooth and green.
She started violently when the soldiers, drawn up in line, fired a parting volley over it, but sat quietly back again when the Little Captain stepped forward and raised his bugle.

The sun was sinking low behind the locusts, and in the golden glow filling the western sky, he softly sounded taps.
"Lights out" now for the faithful old Hero! The last bugle-call that sounded for him was in a foreign land, but it was not as a stranger and an alien they left him.
The flag he followed floats farther than the Stars and Stripes, waves wider than the banner of the Kaiser.

It is a world-wide flag, that flag of perpetual peace which bears the Red Cross of Geneva.

In its shadow, whether on land or sea, all patriot hearts are at home, and under that flag they left him.
* * * * * A square white stone stands now under the locust where the Little Captain sounded taps at the close of that September day.

On it gleams the Red Cross, in whose service all of Hero's lessons had been learned.