As Hamlin was announced by the orderly, conversation ceased, and Custer surveyed the newcomer an instant in silence.
"Step forward, Sergeant," he said quietly.

"Ah, yes; I had forgotten your name, but remember your face," he smiled about on the group.

"We have been so scattered since our organization, gentlemen, that we are all comparative strangers." He stood up, lifting in one hand a tin cup of coffee.

"Gentlemen, all we of the Seventh rejoice in the honor of the service, whether it be upheld by officer or enlisted man.

I bid you drink a toast with me to Sergeant Hamlin." "But, General, I have done nothing to deserve--" "Observe the modesty of a real hero.