Yes, I was right, there was a heaving of the breast, and then a gasping.

Were those words which I heard?
Yes, they were words, low and indistinct at first, and then audible.

The mind of the dying man was reverting to former scenes.
I heard him mention names which I had often heard him mention before.

It was an awful moment; I felt stupefied, but I still contrived to support my dying father.

There was a pause, again my father spoke: I heard him speak of Minden, and of Meredith, the old Minden sergeant, and then he uttered another name, which at one period of his life was much in his lips, the name of.