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Rh Of his comrade, old Dick Hilton, how he fought and how he fell; And with eager voice I pressed him, till a mighty final cloud Blew he slowly, then upon his breast his grisly head he bowed. And, musing, stroked his gray mustache ere he began to speak, Then brushed a tear that stole along his bronzed and furrowed cheek. "Ah, no! I will not speak to-night of that sad tale," he cried: "Some other time I'll tell you, boy, about that splendid ride. Your words have set me thinking of the many careless years That comrade rode beside me, and have caused these bitter tears; For I loved him, boy,—for twenty years we galloped rein to rein,— In peace and war, through all that time, stanch comrades had we been.