"Did you ever see Hayward before!" asked Branch of the soldier, eying him sharply.
"I seed him in the fight. Lord didn't he make his sword fly. More than a dozen sojers lay down when he hit 'em. It made my hair stand up, I tell you. By thunder, wasn't he brave! I'll bet if there had been six just like him, he'd licked our crowd. If he is a dam skunk of a federal, he is a trump card it'll do to go a big pile on."
"Give me—water!" said Hayward, in a feeble voice, opening his eyes.
"Quick, some water," said Alibamo. She placed the cup to his lips, and he drank.
"I have been dreaming!" said Hayward. "Oh! it was sweet!"
"Of what did you dream?" asked Alibamo.
"Of home—Mamie—Mamie!"
"He is conscious. His answer was direct," said Branch.
"Do you know me, captain?" asked Alibamo.
"Yes—where is Harry?"