"Yes, yes."
"And we used to sing out of the same book on Sundays."
"Yes."
"You remember; I do. Eliza, I want you to make me one promise."
"I always thought well of you, Obed. I would die for you."
"I am going away, and I shall die for the cause. Some day the news will come back to ye that I am dead; that I fell on the field somewhere. I do not know where it will be. Will you forgive me, then, for being a coward on that Halloween night when I was a boy and you was a girl? Promise me that now."
"I forgave you long ago. I believe you to be a brave, true-hearted man, Obed. I think the world of you."
"But you don't know that I am not a coward. You will know. You will forgive all, then?"
"Yes; there is nothing between us now."
"'Yes,' you say. That word is all that I desire in this world. I am now ready to go."