God grant then that he might have for his friend this man who, in the time of his own greater grief, was unselfish enough to console him.

Ah! If God would only grant that from this day on there would be no more of this hideous fighting.

Morrison's eyes met the other's and he put out his hand.
Suddenly there came the sound of a shot.

Another and another--then a volley, which almost at once became a continuous rattle of musketry.
The Northerner sprang to his feet.

"Look! there go your pickets." Struck dumb by this sudden return to the actualities of life the two men stood motionless, listening for every sound which might tell them what it meant.