"Didn't we win?"
"Not exactly, Emmyline."
"What will they do with them?"
"They'll take 'em down to that woods and guard 'em."
Leaning suddenly out of the window, Emmeline began to scream. Among the prisoners was a slender soldier to whom she called.
"There is my brother! Henry, Henry, dear, dear Henry! Here I am, Henry, here I am!"
"Be quiet, sissy!" commanded Private Christy.
Emmeline stepped across a soldier on the floor, and then across another. In frantic excitement she sought the door.
Private Christy caught and held her. "Where are you going, Emmyline?" he asked.
"I'm going to my brother."