“Son, we’ve arranged something else just now for the fellows who are coming back,” she said gently, for she hated to refuse such a request.
“Oh, say, Cap, you can have that later, can’t you? We want another meeting now.”
There was something so pleading in his voice and eyes, so hungry in the look of the waiting group, that the young Captain could not deny him. She looked at him hesitatingly, and then said:
“All right. Go out and tell the boys.”
He hurried out and soon the company came crowding in. That hour the very Lord came down and communed with them as they sang and knelt to pray, and not a heart but was melted and tender as they went out when it was over in the solemn darkness of the early morning. A little later the order came and they “went over.”
It was a sharp, fierce fight, and the young Jew was mortally wounded. Some comrades found him as he lay white and helpless on the ground, and bending over saw that he had not long to stay. They tried to lift him and bear him back, but he would not let them. He knew it was useless.
They asked him if he had any message. He nodded. Yes, he wanted to send a message to the Salvation Army girls. It was this:
“Tell the girls I’ve gone West; for I will be by the time you tell them; and tell them it’s all right for at that second meeting I accepted Christ and I die resting on the same Saviour that is theirs.”
One of our wonderful boys out on the drive had his hand blown off and didn’t realize it. His chum tried to drag him back and told him his hand was gone.
“That’s nothing!” he cried. “Tie it up!”