Cavalry and infantry, all in a mad rush for the rear, were tearing by while the two field pieces which but a moment ago had gone into action with such a deadly whirl came limping back with slashed traces and splintered wheels.

With fascinated eyes the Rebel officer watched from behind his wall, while everything, even his child, was forgotten in the lust for victory.

And so he did not hear the faint voice behind him that cried out in an agony of thirst and pain.
"Water! Water! Help! Someone--give water!" Virgie, with dilated eyes and heaving breast, crouched low as long as she could and then gave up everything to the pitiful appeal ringing in her ears.

Quick as a flash, she sped away on bare feet over rocks and sharp, pointed branches of fallen trees to the spring, where she caught up a cup and filled it to the brim.

Another swift rush and she reached the fallen man in blue and had the cup at his lips, while her arm went under his head to lift it.
"Virgie!" her father cried, frantic at the sight.