llet had
gone in and where it had come out.

"You've lost a lot of blood," he said, "but you've got enough left to
live on until you gather another supply, and you won't lose any more
now."

"Thank you," murmured the boy; "but you're very good for--for a rebel."

Harry laughed.

"Why, you innocent child!" he said. "Have they been filling your head
with tales of our ferocity and cruelty?"

He went down to the stream, dipped up water in his cap, and brought
it back to the boy, who drank eagerly. Then he placed him in a more
comfortable position on the turf, and patting his head, said:

"You'll get well sure, and maybe you and I will meet after the war and
be friends."

All of which came true. Its like happened often in this war. But he
went out of Harry's mind, as he walked on and delivered his message
in the edge of Gettysburg. He could not return before seeking the
Invincibles, who were surely here in the vanguard--if they were yet
alive. Harry shuddered. All his friends might have perished in that
whirlwind of death. He soon learned that they had suffered greatly,
but that those who were left were lying on the grass of what had been
a lawn.

He found the lawn quickly and saw dark figures strewed about upon the
ground. They were so still and silent that they looked like the dead,
but Harry knew that it was the stupor of exhaustion. As they were
inside the lines and needing no watch, there was no sentinel.

Harry stepped over the low fence and looked again at the figures.
The moonlight silvered them and they did not stir. He could not see a
single form move. It was weird, uncanny, and the blood chilled in his
veins. But he shook himself violently, angry at his weakness, and
walked among them, looking for the two colonels and the two lieutenants.
A figure suddenly sat up before him and a dignified voice said:

"Your footstep awakened me, Harry, and if there is a message, I am here
to receive it. But I ask you in the name of mercy to be quick. I was
never before so much overpowered that I could not hold up my head a
minute."

Before Harry could speak another figure rose.

"Yes, Harry, be quick if you can, and let us go back to sleep," said
Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St. Hilaire in a pleading voice.

"Thank God I've found you both. I have no message for you. I was
merely looking to see if all of you were alive."

"You've always had a kind heart, Harry," said Colonel Talbot, "and we
can't t