heard daybreak to-morrow mentioned. The probability of an early
movement of our troops is the excuse urged for such unseemly haste."

I remained silent for a moment, conscious only of his kindly eyes
reading my face.

"Mrs. Brennan," I asked finally, recurring to the one thought in which
I retained deep interest,--"does she still remain in the camp?"

"She was with the Major at headquarters this morning. I believe they
breakfasted with the General, but I was on duty so late last night that
I overslept, and thus missed the pleasure of meeting her again."

We talked for some time longer, and he continued to urge me for some
further word, but I could give him none, and finally the kindly fellow
departed, promising to see me again within a few hours. Greatly as I
now valued his friendship, it was, nevertheless, a relief to be alone
with my thoughts once more.




CHAPTER XIII

A STRANGE WAY OUT


Caton came in once more about the middle of the afternoon, bringing me
some blankets; but he had no news, and his boyish face was a picture of
pathos as he wrung my hand good-bye. Sheridan, he said, had gone down