Out in the road the sentry paced back and forth.

Behind them Trooper O'Connell stood on guard, his carbine in his arms across his breast.
Virgie pulled gently at her father's hand.
"Daddy," she whispered, "are they--are they goin' to carry us off to the Yankee camp ?" "I'm afraid so, darling, but I don't know," he answered sadly.

"We'll just have to wait.

Wait," he repeated, as he sat down on a rock and drew her close to him.

Without being seen either by Virgie or O'Connell he picked up a jagged stone the size of his fist and hid it under his knee against the rock.