s, in Virginia alone, half a million
incendiaries! There aren't, thank God! Instead we owe a great debt of
gratitude to a dark foster-brother. The world knows pretty well what are
the armies in the field. But for the women, Miss Cary, I doubt if the
world knows that the women keep plantations, servants, armies, and
Confederacy going!"

"I think," said Judith, "that the surgeons should have a noble statue."

"Even if we do cut off limbs that might have been saved--hey? God knows,
they often might! and that there's haste and waste enough!--Here's Sam,
bringing in a visitor. A general, too--looks like a Titian I saw once."

"It is my father," said Judith. "He told me he would come for me."

A little later, father and daughter, moving through the ward, found the
man from Albemarle--not one of those who would go away to-morrow. He lay
gaunt and shattered, with strained eyes and fingers picking at the
sheet. "Don't you know me, Mocket?"

Mocket roused himself for one moment. "Course I know you, general! Crops
mighty fine this year! Never saw such wheat!" The light sank in his
eyes; his face grew as it was before, and his fingers picked at the
sheet. He spoke in a monotone. "We've had such a hard time since we left
home--We've had such a hard time since we left home--We've had such a
hard time since we left home--We--"

Judith dashed her hand across her eyes. "Come away! He says just that
all the time!"

They moved through the ward, Warwick Cary speaking to all. "No, men! I
can't tell you just when will be the battle, but we must look for it
soon--for one or for many. Almost any day now. No, I cannot tell you if
General Jackson is coming. It is not impossible. 'Washington Artillery?'
That's a command to be proud of. Let me see your Tiger Head." He looked
at the badge with its motto _Try Us_, and gave it back smilingly. "Well,
we do try you, do we not?--on every possible occasion!--Fifth North
Carolina? Wounded at Williamsburg!--King William Artillery?--Did you
hear what General D. H. Hill said at Seven Pines? He said that he would
rather be captain of the King William Artillery than President of the
Confederate States.--Barksdale's Mississippians? Why, men, you are all
by-words!"

The men agreed with him happily. "You've got pretty gallant fellows
yourself, general!" The King William man cleared his throat. "He's got a
daughter, too, that I'd like to--I'd like to _cheer_!"

"That's so, general!" said the men. "That's