Rachel looked up, and with some difficulty reconciled a grimy-faced man in torn clothes with the trim Hospital Surgeon she had known.
"Can that be you, Dr.Denslow ?" she said.
He had equal difficulty in recognizing her.
"Is it possible that it is you, Miss Bond ?" he said in amazement, after she had spoken to him again.

"Yes, this is I, or as much as is left of me.

And here," and his voice trembled, "is about all that is left of the regiment.

The rest are lying about the roots of those accursed cedars, a full mile from here." "And Harry Glen--where is he ?" she said, rising hurriedly from the boxes and passing along the line of stretchers, scanning each face.
A new pain appeared in the Doctor's face, as he watched her.
"You'll not find him there," he said.

"The last I saw of him he was forming a handful of the regiment that were still on their feet, to retake cannon which the Rebels had captured.