Now"-- to the driver--"go on." Jack was a man of few words, and seldom spoke much in times like that.
So I lay very quiet in the bottom of the ambulance.

I realized that we were in great danger.

My thoughts flew back to the East, and I saw, as in a flash, my father and mother, sisters and brother; I think I tried to say a short prayer for them, and that they might never know the worst.

I fixed my eyes upon my husband's face.

There he sat, rifle in hand, his features motionless, his eyes keenly watching out from one side of the ambulance, while a stalwart cavalry-man, carbine in hand, watched the other side of the narrow defile.