I'm sorry to say that Warner is missing."
"Missing, sir? You don't say that George has been killed?"
"I don't say it. I'm hoping instead that he's been captured."
Dick knew what the colonel meant. In Colonel Winchester's opinion only
two things, death or capture, could keep Warner from being with them.
"Maybe he will come in yet," he said. "We were mixed up a good deal when
the darkness fell, and he may have trouble in finding our position."
"That's true. There are not so many of us left, and we do not cover
any great area of ground. Lie still, Dick, and take a little rest. We
don't know what's going to happen in the night. We may have to do more
fighting yet, despite the darkness."
The colonel's figure disappeared in the shadow, and Dick, following his
advice, lay quiet. All around him were other forms stretched upon the
earth, motionless. But Dick knew they were not dead, merely sleeping.
His own nervous system was being restored by youth and the habit of
courage. Yet he felt a personal grief, and it grew stronger with
returning physical strength.
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