Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/363

HOME, SWEET HOME into us. God! I'll never forget that coming together! Four thousand men meeting as hard as their horses could run! Those behind piling up on those in front, heaps of shrieking men and plunging horses, and every man at each other's throats, men firing out of this mass and into it! Then a shell fell amongst us and stopped all for a second. When the smoke cleared we could see the rebel colonel pinned under his dead horse, but firing over him at Jon. Corbin and I dashed on to capture him—stop him—firing, too—and then we saw Jon crawl over the dead horse to the rebel colonel and hold up his battered sword to stop us. Just then the rebel shot him. I jumped down to help Jon, and found him calling the one-armed colonel Dave!

He worked his arm around Dave and kissed him three times, talking in a soft joyous voice.

"She gave 'em to me to give to you when I found you. And, you see, I have, at last, fulfilled my trust. The fight is all gone out of me now. That was all I stayed in for—to find 347