"Certainly. Go ahead."

"I think the appearance of young Woodville here indicates the nearness of
Forrest or some other strong cavalry force."

"You're right, Dick, my officers and I are agreed upon it. I have
doubled the watch, but now get yourself to that fire and then to sleep."

Dick obeyed gladly enough. The night had turned raw and chill, and the
cold water dripped from his clothes as he walked. But first he produced
Woodville's pistol and handed it to Colonel Winchester.

"There's my antagonist's pistol, sir," he said. "You'll see his initials
on it."

"Yes, here they are," said Colonel Winchester: "'V.W., C.S.A.' It's a
fine weapon, but it's yours, Dick, as you captured it."

Dick took it and went to the kitchen, where the big fire had just begun
to blaze. He was lucky enough to be the possessor of an extra uniform,
and before he changed into it--they slept with their clothes on--he
roasted himself before those glorious coals. Then, as he was putting on
the fresh uniform, Warner and Pennington appeared.

"What would you recommend as best for the patient, Doctor," said Warner
gravely to Pennington.

"I think such a distinguished surgeon as you will agree with me that his
wounds should first be washed and bathed thoroughly in cold water."