d off a champagne bottle, and lifting the broken
neck to his lips drained the foaming wine, which spilled in white froth
upon his clothes. His face was red in the firelight, and when he spoke his
words rolled like marbles from his tongue. Dan, looking at him, felt a
curious conviction that the man had not gone near enough to the guns to
smell the powder.

"Wall, it may be so, but I ain't seed you," returned the first speaker,
contemptuously, as he stroked his bandage. "I was thar all day and I ain't
seed you raise no special dust."

"Oh, I ain't claimin' nothin' special," put in the other, discomfited.

"Six is a good many, I reckon," drawled the wounded man, reflectively, "and
I ain't sayin' I settled six on 'em hand to hand--I ain't sayin' that." He
spoke with conscious modesty, as if the smallness of his assertion was
equalled only by the greatness of his achievements. "I ain't sayin' I
settled more'n three on 'em, I reckon."

Dan left the group and went on slowly across the field, now and then
stumbling upon a sleeper who lay prone upon the trodden clover, obscured by
the heavy dusk. The mass of the army was still somewhere on the long
road--only the exhausted, the sickened, or the unambitious drifted back to
fall asleep upon the uncovered ground.

As Dan crossed the meadow he drew near to a knot of men from a Kentucky
regiment, gathered in the light of a small wood fire, and recognizing one
of them, he stopped to inquire for news of his missing friends.

"Oh, you wouldn't know your sweetheart on a night like this," replied the
man he knew--a big handsome fellow, with a peculiar richness of voice.
"Find a hole, Montjoy, and go to sleep in it, that's my advice. Were you
much cut up?"

"I don't know," answered Dan, uneasily. "I'm trying to make sure that we
were not. I lost the others somewhere on the road--a horse knocked me
down."

"Well, if this is to be the last battle, I shouldn't mind a scratch
myself," put in a voice from the darkness, "even if it's nothing more than
a bruise from a horse's hoof. By the bye, Montjoy, did you see the way
Stuart rode down the Zouaves? I declare the slope looked like a field of
poppies in full bloom. Your cousin was in that charge, I believe, and he
came out whole. I saw him afterwards."

"Oh, the cavalry gets the best of everything," said Dan, with a sigh, and
he was passing on, when Jack Powell, coming out of the darkness, stumbled
against him, and broke into a delight