Two of the negroes called Pete and Dinah were very thoughtful to Mara in her bereavement.
Boyd Wyman’s wounds were growing more painful. Inflammation had set in so that his case was becoming critical.
Mara was a brave girl and controlling her grief to a wonderful extent she did all in her power for the wounded scout.
The shifting scenes of war move rapidly.
A few hours after the simple funeral of Colonel Morland, two horsemen appeared in front of the house.
The leader was Lieutenant Logan.
“I must see the prisoner,” he said. “I bear an order and a message from General B——.”
The sight of the gallant soldier was a relief to Mara.
Perhaps he came with good tidings.
But as he stopped to speak to one of the guards and listened to his speech, the officer’s face grew dark.