When I heard about Wheeler's raid on our trains I was terribly alarmed as to your fate.

This relieves me much." "But how about the army ?" "Well it seems to have been a case of hammer and anvil yesterday, in which both suffered pretty badly, but the hammer go much the worst of it.

We are in good shape now to give them some more, if they want it, which so far they have not indicated very strongly.

Here, Sergeant Glen, is a couple barrels of flour, which you can take to issue to your regiment." Had not the name been called Rachel could never have recognized her former elegant lover in the stalwart man with tattered uniform, swollen face, and head wrapped in a bloody bandage, who came to the wagon with a squad to receive the flour.
A tumult of emotions swept over her, but superior to them all was the feminine feeling that she could not endure to have Harry see her in her present unprepossessing plight.
"Don't mention my name before those men," she said to Dr.Denslow, when he came near again.
"Very good," he answered.

"Sit still in the wagon, and nobody will see you.