"Not very. It seems more as though I had dreamed all this than
actually passed through the experience. Perhaps when I do realize, the
reaction will set in. But now I am strong, and--and not at all
frightened."

"Nor hungry?"

"It is hard to eat, but I am often that way." Her hand strayed to the
emptied haversack, and she turned it carelessly over, where it lay
beside her on the sand. "Why, this is an old Confederate sack, isn't
it? I hadn't noticed before; see, the 'C. S. A.' is on the flap."

"So it is; perhaps Moylan served in the South."

"I think not. I am sure this was never his, for he bought it at Dodge.
I remember he told me he would have to find something to carry our
lunch in." She pushed the flap farther back, then held it up to the
sunlight. "There are some other letters, but they are hardly
decipherable. I cannot read the first line at all, but the second is
somewhat plainer--'Fourth Texas Infantry.'"

Hamlin reached out his hand swiftly, and grasped the haversack,
forgetting everything else in suddenly aroused interest. The girl,
surprised, stared up into his face, as he closely studied the faded
inscription, his face expressing unconcealed amazement.

"Good God!" he ejaculated breathlessly. "It was Gene's. What can this
mean?"