"And, Walter, you need to be very watchful to-night, for you will be the only man on that road, and it is a lonely spot."
"Yes, sir," says Walter, with undiminished cheerfulness, "I'll be very careful."
And then he turns toward his saddled horse, tightens the girth, and unhitches the rein.
He cannot be thinking of himself, for as I walk away I hear him softly singing:
"Soft be thy slumbers,
Rude cares depart,
Visions in numbers
Cheer thy young heart."
And with sweet Ellen Bayne ringing in my ears, I lie down beside the camp fire and fall asleep.