"I'm better, I think," replied the major, as Deck assisted him to sit up. "Have we licked that Home Guard?"
"There is no Home Guard here. You have been fighting with a squadron of United States cavalry, and your successor in command has surrendered."
"Strivers is a coward!"
"We were nearly three to your one; and your lieutenant was no coward, but a brave fellow, and a sensible man."
"I am a loyal soldier, and the one that gave you your wound," replied Deck.
"You!" exclaimed the major. "Then what are you doing with me now?"
"I am trying to assist you, if I can. I have bound up your wound, and our surgeon will soon be able to attend to your case."
"Give me a drink of brandy out of your flask," added the wounded man faintly.
"I have no brandy; but here is some fresh water; for I filled my canteen at Plain Hill," answered Deck, as he presented it to his patient.