Now--over the wall with you, men." Leaving one man behind to pace slowly up and down the dusty road the four sprang over the wall and advanced towards the spring.

It was well the sight of the cool water held their eyes for if they had only looked up they might have seen Virgie wresting her hand out of her father's grasp and standing suddenly petrified with the thought that she had left behind her one beloved possession.
"Here's the spring, Smith--under the rock.

Fill up the canteens.

Here, Harry, help me get fire wood." With a soldier's readiness when it comes to making camp one of the troopers promptly collected the canteens and knelt down by the spring, carefully submerging one at a time so as to get the sweet, cold water in all its purity.

Another opened the knapsacks and took out a can of coffee, biscuits and some scraps of meat--not much with which to make a meal but still so much more than many a Rebel soldier had that day as to take on the proportions of a feast.