As the captain of the detail saluted him he said curtly,-- "I thought the orders were to fire upon any one desecrating the dead ?" "They are, General; but the hyenas don't give us a chance.

That's all yonder poor fellow saved from their claws," replied the officer, as he held up the sealed packet.

"It has no address." The general took it, examined the envelope, thrust it into his belt, and said,-- "I will take charge of it." The sound of horses' hoofs came from the rocky roadside beyond the brook.

Both men turned.

A number of field officers were approaching.
"The division staff," said the captain, in a lower voice, falling back.
They came slowly forward, a central figure on a gray horse leading here--as in history.