"Beautiful old song, sergeant, and I trust hearing it again has done you good.

Sang it once in a church way back in New England.

But what is the trouble?
Did you call me for some special reason ?" "Yes," came the almost gruff response; for Wyman, the fever stealing back upon him, felt half ashamed of his unshed tears.

"That is, provided you retain sufficient sense to listen.

Old Gillis was shot over an hour ago, yonder behind that big bowlder, and his girl sits there still holding his head in her lap.