I don't think he will ever cease to feel kindly towards colored people.

I do wonder what has become of the boys?
What can keep them so long ?" Just as Captain Sybil and Robert were wondering at the delay of Tom and the soldiers they heard the measured tread of men who were slowly bearing a burden.

They were carrying Tom Anderson to the hospital, fearfully wounded, and nigh to death.

His face was distorted, and the blood was streaming from his wounds.

His respiration was faint, his pulse hurried, as if life were trembling on its frailest cords.
Robert and Captain Sybil hastened at once towards the wounded man.