We're lookin' for a brother o' mine."
Dick joined them, and the four, the three in gray and the one in blue,
moved on. A friendly current had passed between him and them, and there
would be no thought of hostility until the morning, when it would come
again. It was often so in this war, when men of the same blood met in
the night between battles.
"What sort of a fellow is it that you're lookin' for?" asked the man with
the lantern.
"About my age. Very tall and thin. You could mark him by his height."
"It takes different kinds of people to make the world. My brother ain't
like him a-tall. Sam's short, an' thick as a buffalo. Weighs two twenty
with no fat on him. What crowd do you belong to, youngster?"
"The division on our right. We attacked the wood there."
"Well, you're a bully boy. Give me your hand, if you are a Yank.
You shorely came right up there and looked us in the eyes. How often did
you charge us?"
"Five times, I think. But I may be mistaken. You know it wasn't a day
when a fellow could be very particular about his count."
"Guess you're right there.
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