own dead it joined the general rout and the incident was at an end.
IV
THE GREAT HONOR THE GREAT
The Governor, who had been unconscious, opened his eyes and stared about him, slowly recalling the day's events. A man in the uniform of a major was kneeling beside him; he was a surgeon. Grouped about were the civilian members of the Governor's staff, their faces expressing a natural solicitude regarding their offices. A little apart stood General Masterson addressing another officer and gesticulating with a cigar. He was saying: "It was the beautifulest fight ever made—by God, sir, it was great!"
The beauty and greatness were attested by a row of dead, trimly disposed, and another of wounded, less formally placed, restless, half-naked, but bravely bebandaged.
"How do you feel, sir?" said the surgeon. "I find no wound."
"I think I am all right," the patient replied, sitting up. "It is that ankle."
The surgeon transferred his attention to the
