He really knew little or nothing about those of importance, and, as for
himself, he merely said that he had hid in a cave, many of which had been
dug in Vicksburg. He did not mention Colonel Woodville or his daughter.
"Now," said Captain Hays, when he finished his supper, "you can have
a bunk. Yes, lieutenant, you must take it. I could put you ashore
to-night, but it's not worth while. Get a good night's sleep, and we'll
see to-morrow."
Dick knew that he was right, and, quelling his impatience, he lay down in
one of the bunks and slept until morning.
Then, after a solid breakfast, he went ashore with the good wishes of
Captain Hays, and, a few hours later, he was with the Union army and his
own regiment. Again he was welcomed as one dead and his own heart was
full of rejoicing because all of his friends were alive. Warner alone
had been wounded, a bullet cutting into his shoulder, but not hurting him
much. He wore a bandage, his face had a becoming pallor, and Pennington
charged that he was making the most of it.
"But it was an awful day," said Warner, "and there's a lot of gloom
in the camp.
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