"Yankees ?" "Certainly; there are none of your people on that side of the river.
Beauregard is out yonder in those hills.

Let's drive on, the town looks quiet." She leaned forward, holding to the edge of the carriage cover to keep her balance, her glance turning toward the southwest.
"If those are your people they mustn't see me," she said quietly, a little accent of pleading in her voice.

"You promise that first ?" "Of course," although surprised at her asking.

"I know it is our orders to intercept everything which can aid the enemy, but I don't feel inclined to prevent your taking quinine to the poor fellows in the hospital.

War hasn't made me as inhuman as that.