Dick crawled to the head of the column. The sergeant was already there, whispering to Colonel Winchester.
“They've taken to cover, too, sir,” said the sergeant.
“How many do you suppose they are?” asked the colonel.
“They run a great risk when they attack us in this manner.”
“Maybe, sir,” said Dick, “they, too, were coming for the water.”
Colonel Winchester looked at Sergeant Whitley.
“I'm of the opinion, sir,” said the sergeant, “that Mr. Mason is right.”
“I think so, too,” said Colonel Winchester. “It's a pity that men should kill each other over a drink of water when there's enough for all. Has any man a handkerchief?”
“Here, sir,” said Warner; “it's ragged and not very clean, but I hope it will do.”
The Colonel raised the handkerchief on the point of his sword and gave a hail. The bulk of the two armies had passed on, and now there was silence in the woods as the two little forces confronted each other across the stream.
Dick saw a tall form in Confederate gray rise up from the bushes on the other side of the brook.
“Are you wanting to surrender?” the man called in a long, soft drawl.
“Not by any means. We want a drink of water, and we're just bound to have it.”
“You don't want it any more than we do, and you're not any more bound to have it than we are.”
The colonel hesitated a moment, and then, influenced by a generous impulse, said:
The tall, elderly Southerner, evidently a colonel, also said:
“It's a fair proposition, sir. My men have been working so hard the last two days licking you Yanks that they're plum' burnt up with thirst.”
“I don't admit the licking, although it's obvious that you've gained the advantage so far, but is it agreed that we shall have a truce for a quarter of an hour?”
“It is, sir; the truce of the water, and may we drink well! Come on, boys!”
Colonel Winchester gave a similar order to his men, and each side rose from the thickets, and made a rush for the brook. It was a beautiful little stream, the most beautiful in the world just then to Dick and his friends. Clear and cold, the color of silver in the moonlight, it rushed down from the mountains. On one side knelt the men in blue, and on the other the men in gray, and the pure water was like the elixir of heaven to their parched and burning throats.