"Well," said his companion, "he is a rapidly moving target and perhaps something that is greater than we are is shielding him."
His companion looked at him sharply. "I should almost think you wanted him to get through," said he.
"I do," said the older man quickly. "Of course I am for our cause. But that trooper is my nephew, Halsey Eaton, and that horse is Palo'mine, who won the sweepstake as King Crescent in 1860. Now you know why I am so interested."
"God," said the other officer, "What a hell war is! What a pity it is to offer such a horse as that for cannon fodder."
"And such a boy," said Uncle Hillery. "Listen, they have stopped firing."
It was true. The firing all along the line had ceased.
"Our gunners recognize his gallant deed. This silence means that the Confederate army is taking off its hat to my nephew. Thank God!" choked the Colonel.
Five minutes later the trooper and his
