“Oh, I see. I am surgeon in charge; may I ask the name?”
“Captain Smith.”
“Captain Smith?”
“Yes, of the Stonewall skirmishers.”
“Oh, yes. I was speaking of him, to-day, in Harrisonburg.”
“Is his wound dangerous?”
“He was shot through the right lung.”
“Are such wounds very dangerous? I mean, are they necessarily fatal?”
“No, not always.”
Then there was silence for a hundred yards. Suddenly she asked, in a low voice, “Do you think there is any hope?”