The pledge
was soon known as "A Northern Tribute to a Southern Girl." It was
entered into with enthusiasm and kept with a pathetic effort which
many will not understand. Yarry positively began to fail under the
restraint he imposed upon himself. His wound caused him agony, and
profanity would have been his natural expression of even slight
annoyance. All day long grisly oaths rose to his lips. Now and then
an excruciating twinge would cause a half-uttered expletive to burst
forth like a projectile. A deep groan would follow, as the man
became rigid in his struggle for self-control.
"Yarry," cried Captain Hanfield, who had suggested the pledge, "let
yourself go, for God's sake. You have shown more heroism to-day than
I in all my life. We will make you an exception and put you on
parole to hold in only while Miss Baron is here."
"I be--oh, blank it! This is going to be the death of me, boys. The
Rebs gave me hell with this wound. But for God's sake don't let her
know. Just let her think I'm civil like the rest of you.
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