"The Captain of Company A will detail one for that duty." Captain Bennett glanced from one to another of his five Sergeants.
Harry's heart gave a swift leap, with hope that he might be ORDERED to remain behind.

Then the blood crimsoned his cheeks, for the first time since the sound of the firing struck his ears; he felt that every eye in the Company was upon him, and that his ignoble desire had been read by all in his look of expectancy.

Shame came to spur up his faltering will.
He set his teeth firmly, pulled the tompion out of his gun, and flung it away disdainfully as if he would never need it again, blew into the muzzle to see if the tube was clear, and wiped off the lock with a fine white handkerchief--one of the relics of his by-gone elegance--which he drew from the breast of his blouse.
"Sergeant Glan--Sergeant Glancey will remain," said the Captain peremptorily.

Glancey, the Captain knew, was the only son and support of a widowed mother.
"Now, boys," said the Colonel in tones that rang like bugle notes, "the time has come for us to strike a blow for the Union, and for the fame of the dear old Buckeye State.

I need not exhort you to do your duty like men; I know you too well to think that any such words of mine are at all necessary.