sleep again. It's all right."

"Oh, I remember now. You are Miss Baron."

"Yes, but don't try to talk; just sleep now that you can."

He smiled and yielded.

A few moments later Maynard came forward and said, "Miss Baron, your
arm must be tired. Let me take your place."

Now she rewarded him by a smile. "I will be glad if you can," she
replied softly, "not that I am very tired, but there are so many
others."

As she moved away, she saw Surgeon Ackley beckoning to her. "Miss
Baron," he said, "I am going to put one of my patients especially in
your and your aunt's charge. Young as he is, he is a hero and an
unusual character. I have had him moved to a tent, for he is in a
very critical condition. Indeed, his chances for life are few and he
knows it. I am acquainted with his family--one of the best in the
South."

He led the way to a small tent beneath the shade of a wide-branched
oak. A stretcher had been extemporized into a camp bed and on it lay
a youth not older apparently than the girl herself. His face had the
blood-drained look which many will remember, yet was still fine in
its strong, boyish lines. The down on his upper lip was scarcely
more deeply defined than his straight eyebrows. A negro attendant
sat near fanning him, and Miss Lou first thought that he was asleep.