"Is the Colonel hit?" he asked, shocked and grieved, incredible as the emotion may seem.
"Don"t go near him," called Gildersleeve, who, it will be remembered, knew or guessed his errand in camp. "The chaplain and surgeon are there.
Let him alone."
"He"s going to render his account," added Ga-hogan. "An" whativer he"s done wrong, he"s made it square to-day. Let um lave it to his brigade."
Adjutant Wallis, who had been blubbering aloud, who had cursed the rebels and the luck energetically, and who had also been trying to pray inwardly, groaned out, "This is our last victory. You see if it ain"t.
Bet you two to one."
"Hush, man!" replied Gahogan. "We"ll win our share of um, though we"ll have to work harder for it. We"ll have to do more ourselves, an" get less done for us in the way of tactics."
"That"s so, Major," whimpered a drummer, looking up from his duty of attending to a wounded comrade. "He knowed how to put his men in the right place, and his men knowed when they was in the right place. But it"s goin" to be uphill through the steepest part of h.e.l.l the rest of the way."
Soldiers, some of them weeping, some of them bleeding, arrived constantly to inquire after their commander, only to be sent quietly back to their ranks or to the rear. Around lay other men--dead men, and senseless, groaning men--all for the present unnoticed. Everything, except the distant pursuit of the cavalry, waited for Wal-dron to die.
Fitz Hugh looked on silently with the tears of mingled emotions in his eyes, and with hopes and hatreds expiring in his heart. The surgeon supported the expiring victor"s head, while Chaplain Colquhoun knelt beside him, holding his hand and praying audibly. Of a sudden the pet.i.tion ceased, both bent hastily toward the wounded man, and after what seemed a long time exchanged whispers. Then the Chaplain rose, came slowly toward the now advancing group of officers, his hands outspread toward heaven in an att.i.tude of benediction, and tears running down his haggard white face.
"I trust, dear friends," he said, in a tremulous voice, "that all is well with our brother and commander. His last words were, "G.o.d is with us.""
"Oh! but, man, _that_ isn"t well," broke out Gahogan, in a groan. "What did ye pray for his soul for? Why didn"t ye pray for his loife?"
Fitz Hugh turned his horse and rode silently away. The next day he was seen journeying rearward by the side of an ambulance, within which lay what seemed a strangely delicate boy, insensible, and, one would say, mortally ill.