s well take the lady down at once. Make her
as comfortable as you can in one of the wagons. The ride is only a short
one; and perhaps you may be able to find a berth for her on board one of
the boats at the Landing. Stay, Crawford, a despatch-boat will be going
down to Monroe in the morning. You are a faithful fellow and a good
soldier. I will see to it, in the morning, that you have a furlough for
a month. I think we shall do nothing more for a month, and you may need
that time to get a new arm. Take Miss Hobart at once to New York, and
place her with your sister. That is all--now look for a place in one of
the wagons. Good night--I will see about the rest before the boat
leaves."

Crawford's warm "God bless you, Colonel!" was more softly, but not less
earnestly echoed by the "I thank you, sir, very much. You are very good
and kind!" of the young girl; and the two left the tent to follow out
the directions of the officer. Bob Webster, unwounded, was already with
his companions, picking up what he could find left in the way of
rations, and telling over, for the sixth time already, the adventures of
the night.

Not to linger upon what no longer needs particular description, let it
be said in a word that Crawford succeeded in securing transportation for
the young girl and himself to Harrison's Landing; that they reached that
return terminus of the campaign against Richmond, a little after
midnight; that a place was found on board one of the boats at the
Landing, for Miss Hobart, under the kind care of the colored
chambermaid; that Colonel Warren kept his promise and procured the
wounded Zouave, (whose arm had been examined by one of the surgeons, and
found to be badly torn and lacerated, though none of the bones were
broken), his furlough for a month "or until recovered;" that they went
down the next day on the despatch boat to Fortress Monroe, whence
General Wool at once sent them on to Washington; and that on the evening
of the Fourth of July they reached the city of New York, and John
Crawford had the pleasure of placing his sacred charge under the
protection of his brother, whom he found yet so sadly an invalid,--and
of his sister, who received her with a warmer and more considerate
kindness than he had ever before known her to exhibit towards any living
object.

CHAPTER XX.

JUDGE OWEN AND HIS DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE--TWO CRIMINALS AT THE BAR, WITH A
SPECIAL EDICT FOLLOWING--A ROW AT WALLACK'S, AND ONE MORE RE