opple and fall; he heard another shot, and again felt the
thrill of pain, this time in the head, heard a shrill whistle repeated
over and over, and did not remember anything definite until some time
afterward.

When his head became clear once more Harry believed that he had wandered
a long distance from that brief but fierce combat, but he did not know in
what direction his steps had taken him. Nearly all his strength was gone,
and his head ached fearfully. He had dropped his rifle, but where he did
not know nor care. He sat down on the ground with his back against a
tree, and put his right hand to his head. The wound there had quit
bleeding, clogged up with its own blood. He was experienced enough to
know that it was merely a flesh wound, and that any possible scar would
be hidden by his hair.

But the wound in his left shoulder was more serious. The bullet had gone
entirely through, for which he was glad, but the hurt was still bleeding.
He made shift to bandage it with strips torn from his underclothing, and,
after a long rest, he undertook to walk back to the camp. He was not
sure of the way, and after two or three hundred yards he grew dizzy and
sat down again. Then he shouted for help, but his voice sounded so weak
that he gave it up.

He was never sure, but he thought another period of unconsciousness
followed, because when he aroused himself the sun seemed to be much
farther down in the west. His head was still aching, though not quite so
badly as before, and he made a new effort to walk. He did not know where
he was going, but he must go somewhere. If he remained there in the
wilderness, and his comrades could not find him, he would die of weakness
and starvation. He shuddered. It would be the very irony of fate that
one who had gone through Chancellorsville, Gettysburg and all the great
battles in the East should be slain on his way home by a roving guerrilla.

He rested again and summoned all his strength and courage, and he was
able to go several hundred yards farther. As he advanced the forest
seemed to thin and he was quite sure that he saw through it a valley and
open fields. The effect upon him was that of a great stimulant, and he
found increased strength. He tottered on, but stopped soon and leaned
against a tree. He dimly saw the valley, the fields, and a distant roof,
and then came something that gave him new strength. It was a man's voice
singing, a voice clear, powerful and won