By gum, how it rains! W'all,
it'll wash away some big stains, that wouldn't look nice in the mornin'.
Say, sonny, what started this rumpus, anyway?"
"I don't know."
"An' I don't, either, so I guess it's hoss an' hoss with you an' me.
But, sonny, I'll bet you a cracker ag'in a barrel of beef that none of
them that did start the rumpus are a-layin' on this field to-night.
What kind of lookin' feller did you say your young friend was?"
"Very tall, very thin, and about my age or perhaps a year or two older."
"Take a good look, an' see if this ain't him."
He held up the lantern and the beams fell upon a long figure half raised
upon an elbow. The figure was turned toward the light and stared
unknowing at Dick and the Southerner. There was a great clot of blood
upon his right breast and shoulder, but it was Warner. Dick swallowed
hard.
"Yes," he said, "it's my comrade, but he's hurt badly."
"So bad that he don't know you or anybody else. He's clean out of his
head."
They leaned over him, and Dick called:
"George! George! It's Dick Mason, your comrade, come to help you back
to camp!"
But Warner merely stared with feverish, unseeing eyes.
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