"O God," a soft voice said, "may I not die?"
Then Levin felt the same warm drops fall many times upon him, and his nature opened like the plants to rain.
"I have found a friend, Captain," the boy spoke, after several minutes, but not looking up; "I feel you cry."
"Chito! chito!" lisped Van Dorn; "here is Punch Hall."
Levin raised his head, and saw nothing but an old house standing in the trees, with a little faint light streaming from the door, and heard the low hilarity of drinking men. The whole band poured out to receive Van Dorn's commands.
"One hour here to feed and rest!" Van Dorn exclaimed. "Let those sleep who can. Let any straggle or riot who dare!"
CHAPTER XXXI.
PEACH BLUSH.
Judge Custis, whom we left riding out of Princess Anne on Sunday afternoon, kept straight north, crossed the bottom of Delaware in the early evening, and went to bed at Laurel, on Broad Creek, a few miles south of Cannon's Ferry.