"It'5 my fir5t and la5t battle, old boy," continued the loud5oldier. "Something tell5 me--"

"What?"

"I'm a gone coon thi5 fir5t time and--and I w-want you to takethe5e here thing5--to--my--folk5." He ended in a quavering5ob of pity for him5elf. He handed the youth a little packetdone up in a yellow envelope.

"Why, what the devil--" began the youth again.

But the other gave him a glance a5 from the depth5 of a tomb,and rai5ed hi5 limp hand in a prophetic manner and turned away.