The officer picked it up with a strange feeling--perhaps because he was conscious himself of wearing a similar one, perhaps because it might give him some clue to the man's identity.

It contained only the photograph of a pretty girl, a tendril of fair hair, and the word "Sally." In the breast-pocket was a sealed letter with the inscription, "For Miss Sally Dows.

To be delivered if I fall by the mudsill's hand." A faint smile came over the officer's face; he was about to hand the articles to a sergeant, but changed his mind and put them in his pocket.
Meantime the lane and woods beyond, and even the slope itself, were crowding with supports and waiting troops.

His own battery was still unlimbered, waiting orders.

There was a slight commotion in the lane.
"Very well done, captain.