"
"Then hurry. Don't be worried about us. I'll help Hector and Hector
will help me. And do you curve further to the rear, Harry. The worst
thing that a dispatch bearer can do is to get himself shot."
Waving his hand in farewell Harry galloped away. He knew that Colonel
Talbot had given him sound advice, and he bore back from the front,
coming once more into lonely thickets, although the flash of the battle
was plainly visible in front of him, and its roar filled his ears.
Yet when he rode alone he almost expected to see Shepard rise up before
him, and bid him halt. His encounters with this man had been under
such startling circumstances that it now seemed the rule, and not the
exception, for him to appear at any moment.
But Shepard did not come. Instead Harry began to see the badly wounded
of his own side drifting to the rear, helping one another as hurt
soldiers learn to do. Two of them he allowed to hang on his stirrups a
little while.
"They're fighting hard," said one, a long, gaunt Texan, "an' they're so
many they might lap roun' us. This man of theirs, Grant, ain't much of a
fellow to get scared, but I guess Marse Bob will take care of him just ez
he has took care of the others who came into Virginia.
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