"It was bad and the wounded are still lying on the field, but it doesn't
mean that Vicksburg will have a single moment of rest. Listen to that,
will you, lieutenant?"

The far boom of a cannon came, and Dick knew that its shell would break
over the unhappy town. But he had grown so used to the cannonade that
it made little impression upon him, and, shrugging his shoulders, he
descended the gangway with the captain.

Clothing that would fit him well enough was found, and once more he was
dry and warm. Hot coffee and good food were brought him, and while he
ate and drank Captain Hays asked him many questions. What was the rebel
strength in Vicksburg? Were they exultant over their victory of the day?
Did they think they could hold out? What food supply did they have?

Dick answered all the questions openly and frankly as far as he could.
He really knew little or nothing about those of importance, and, as for
himself, he merely said that he had hid in a cave, many of which had been
dug in Vicksburg. He did not mention Colonel Woodville or his daughter.

"Now," said Captain Hays, when he finished his supper, "you can have
a bunk. Yes, lieutenant, you must take it. I could put you ashore
to-night, but it's not worth while. Get a good night's sleep, and we'll
see to-morrow."

Dick knew that he was right, and, quelling his impatience, he lay down in
one of the bunks and slept until morning.

Then, after a solid breakfast, he went ashore with the good wishes of