And now, Colonel
Winchester, where is my boy, Dick?"
Colonel Winchester's face turned deadly pale, and she noticed it at once.
Her own turned to the same pallor, but she did not shriek or faint.
"You do not know that he is killed?" she said in a low, distinct tone
that was appalling to the other.
"I missed him only a little while ago," said Colonel Winchester, "and
I've been looking for him. But I'm sure he is not dead. He can't be!"
"No, he can't be! I can't think it!" she said, and she looked at the
colonel appealingly.
"If you please, sir," said Pennington, "Lieutenant Warner is missing
also. I think we'll find them together. You remember what happened at
the Second Manassas."
"Yes, Frank, I do remember it, and your supposition may be right."
He asked a lantern from one of the men, and whispered to Pennington to
come. But Mrs. Mason and Juliana had been standing at strained attention,
and Mrs. Mason inferred at once what was about to be done.
"You mean to look for him on the field," she said. "We will go with you."
Colonel Winchester opened his lips to protest, but shut them again in
silence.
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