room.

Deck was in a quandary, and looked at Miss Pomeroy. She saw his
perplexity, and quickly made matters easy for him.

"You may bring that wounded officer here," she said. "We will do the
best we can for him. Who is he?"

"His name is Captain Artie Lyon. He is in reality my cousin, but he has
always been a member of our family, and I look at him almost as a twin
brother."

"If he is so close a relative we will do our very best for him, Major
Lyon," answered Miss Pomeroy. "I have had some experience as a nurse,
and Rosebel is excellent around a sickbed."

"What he wants principally is quiet," rejoined Major Deck; and after a
few words more he withdrew, his thoughts divided between poor Artie and
the bereaved girl left behind.

It was no easy matter, in those trying times, to obtain an ambulance,
and after scouting around for the best part of half an hour without
success, Deck decided to have Artie carried on a stretcher to the
farmhouse.

The young captain was in considerable pain, and the journey was by no
means easy for him. Four men carried him, and Deck went along. Two rests
were taken before the dwelling was gained. At the doorway both Miss
Pomeroy and Rosebel met them. A small bed had been put up in the sitting
room, and Artie was placed upon this; and hardly had this been
accomplished when Surgeon Farnwright dashed up on his horse, to give the
ladies instructions and to leave some medicine for the patient. Rosebel
had now dried her tears, and went to work bravely, working with the
tenderness of a sister over the sufferer.

"He shall not be disturbed," she said to Deck. "Aunty and I will take
care of that."

Knowing he was needed in the field, Deck remained no longer than he
deemed necessary. An urgent call from Crawfish Springs had reached the
Riverlawns, and Colonel Lyon was now on the way to that locality, taking
with him all but the twelfth company, which was escorting the prisoners
to the rear. The major joined the command just as it was coming up in
the rear of Colonel Long's brigade.

The fighting had been heavy, and the Confederate commander, Wheeler, had
lost many men. They had come over the Chickamauga, hardly thinking that
any Union cavalry remained in the neighborhood. For a time the
battle-ground was near Glass's Mill, but gradually the Unionists were
driven toward Crawfish Springs, while the Confederates massed themselves
in the direction of the field hospital of the Army of the Cumb