figures, but he came at last to one in a lieutenant's uniform, and he
was sure that it was Langdon. He was afraid at first that he was dead,
but he put his hand on his shoulder and shook it.

There was no response, but Harry felt the warmth of the body pass
through the cloth to his hand, and he knew that Langdon was living.
He shook him again.

Happy opened his eyes slowly and regarded Harry with a long stare.

"Are you a ghost?" he asked solemnly.

"No, I was never more alive than I am now."

"I don't believe you, Harry. You're a ghost and so am I. Look at the
dead men lying all around us. We're just the first up. Why, Harry,
nobody could go through the crater of an active volcano, as we've done,
and live. I was either burned to death or shot to death with a bullet
or blown to pieces with a shell. I don't know which, but it doesn't
matter. What kind of a country is this, Harry, into which we've been
resurrected?"

"Stop your foolishness, Happy. You're alive, all right, although you
may not be to-morrow night. The whole Army of the Potomac is coming up
and there's going to be another great battle."

"Then it's just as well that I'm alive, because General Lee will need
me. But, Harry, don't you think I've answered enough questions and that
I've been awake long enough? Harry, remember that I'm your friend and
comrade, almost your brother, and let me go back to sleep."