The other nodded.
"He spoke your name—and another."
"Whose?" Boone whispered the question.
"A man named Prince. Some General Prince, of whom I never heard. He fancied that this man came from God to fetch him, sor'r. It was part of the lightheadedness."
"Can you recall his words?"
"I was holding his hand. He pressed mine a bit and said very faintly, 'Good-bye, Sergeant.'—'Twas so he remembered me from other times.—'Tell Boone good-bye. General Prince has come for me.'"
The narrator broke off, and Boone refrained from hastening him. Finally McTavish resumed:
"He said, 'General Prince has come. Don't ye hear him, McTavish? He says, "The Commander-in-Chief sends His compliments, and you will report to Him, in person."'—That was all, sor'r. I thought at the time he meant Brussilov, but I comprehend now that it was of God he spoke."
"I see," responded Boone huskily. "I thank you."