Outside, tents were being pitched in the dark, and there was a sound of axes. Fires glowed here and there through the woods and over the fields, and troops kept pouring into the plantation. They laid Aladdin on a heap of hay and went to bring a stretcher. The girl sat down beside him.
"You'll be all right now," she said.
"Yes," said Aladdin.
"And go home to your sweetheart."
"Yes," said Aladdin, and he thought of the tall violets on the banks of the Maine brooks, and the freshness of the sea.
"What is her name?" said the girl.
"Margaret," said Aladdin.
"Mine's Ellen," said the girl, and it seemed as if she sighed.
Aladdin took her hand.
"You've been very good to me," he said, and his voice grew tender, for she was very beautiful, "and I'll never forget you," he said.
"Oh, me!" said the girl, and there was a silence between them.
