The ambulance drove on into the Warrenton pike, and, if Olympia had known it, within a stone's-throw of Jack's last effort, where the cavalry picket came upon him. It was noon when they reached the station. The orderly returned the ambulance to the hospital, brought down the luggage, and the three women made a luncheon of fruit and dry bread, declining the orderly's invitation to eat at the hospital. The train came on three hours late. It was filled with military men, most of them officers; but so soon as the orderly entered the rear coach, ushering in his charges, two or three young men with official insignia on their collars arose with alacrity and begged the ladies to take the vacant places. At Bristow Station many of the officers got out and a number of civilians entered from the coach ahead and took their places. Mrs. Sprague, worn out by the fatigue of the journey and the strain upon her mind, quite broke down in the hot, ill-ventilated car. There was no water to be had, and Olympia turned inquiringly to the person opposite her, asking: "Could we possibly get any water--my mother is very much overcome?" "Certainly, madam. There must be plenty of canteens on the train. I will bring you some in a moment." An officer who had been sharing the seat with Merry arose on hearing this and said, kindly: "Madam, if you will make use of your seat as a couch, perhaps your mother will feel more comfortable reclining. I will get a seat elsewhere." Olympia was too much distressed to think of acknowledging this courteous action, but Merry spoke up timidly: "We are most grateful to you, sir." "Oh, don't mention it. Are you going far?" "Yes, we're going to Richmond, to--to find our boys, lost in the battle two weeks ago." "Oh, you're from the North." He was a young man, perhaps thirty, evidently proud of his unsoiled uniform and the glittering insignia of rank on the sleeve and collar. "Yes, sir; we're from Acredale, near Warchester," Merry said, as though Acredale must be known even in this remote place, and that the knowing of it would bring a certain consideration to the travelers. "Oh, yes, Warchester. I fell in with an officer from there after the battle, a Captain Boone. Do you know him?" "Oh, dear me, yes. He is from Acredale. He is captain of Company K of the Caribee Regiment--" "Caribee? Why, yes. I remember that name. We got their flags and sent them to Richmond; we--" "And, oh, sir, did you take the prisoners? I mean the Caribees--were there many? Oh, dear sir, it is among them our boys were; they were mere boys." "Yes, ma'am, there were a good smart lot of them, and as you say all very young. Boone himself can't be twenty-five." "And are they treated well? Do they have care? Of course you did not ask any of their names?" Merry asked eagerly, comforted to be able to talk with some one who knew of the Caribees, for heretofore, of the scores they had questioned, no one had ever heard of the regiment.