But I think it is a friend of mine saluting me--from the safe side of the river.

Good evening, Colonel," and she swept by him.

She could go find Virgie now.
Just then came the sound of a horse, galloping.

Up the road came a trooper, white with dust, his animal flecked with foam.
"For Colonel Morrison.

Urgent," he rasped from a dry throat, as he thudded across the lawn and dismounted.