“Do you know where Colonel Walter Taylor is stationed?” I asked our driver.
“Yes, ma’am. I know exactly where he is. His camp is about a mile from here.”
“How could I get a note to him?”
“I will go with it. I’ll take one of the horses out of the ambulance.”
I scratched off:
“Dear Walter: We are out in the woods near Dunlop’s without any shelter, and Millie is very ill. Can you help us?
“Affectionately,
“Nell.”
The driver took the note and Walter came back with him.
“I don’t know what to do, Nell,” he said. “There is no train to Richmond till noon to-morrow, but you can’t stay out here.”
He went himself to the house, but without effect.
“I will send you a tent and a doctor,” he said. “That is the best I can do for you. I wish I could stay here with you all and help take care of Millie to-night, but I must go back at once.”