[5] "The Citadel" is the Military Academy of South Carolina in Charleston. [ED.]
But, no; it can be nothing else than a dream!
The man with the book wrote something in it. Then he showed the book to the doctor, and gave him the pencil. The doctor wrote in the book, and gave the pencil and the book back to the man. The man with the book went out of the tent.
The doctor came to me. He raised his right hand as high as his shoulder. The first finger and the middle finger were stretched out; the other fingers were closed. He was smiling. I looked at his hand and at his face, and wondered.
He said, "Look! How many?"
I said, "Two."
He laughed aloud. "I thought so; we're getting on--we're doing famously."
He sat down by me, on some sort of a stool--one of those folding stools. He began to dress my head.
"Your name is Jones?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied, wondering, yet pleased with the sign of good-will shown by his calling me by my first name.