“‘Listen’—he went on—‘it’s the reveille. There are the ranks drawn up in review. Don’t you see the sunlight flash down the long line of bayonets? Their faces are shining—they present arms—there comes the General—but his face I cannot look at for the glory round his head. He sees me; he smiles, it is’—and with a name upon his lips that he had learned long ago, he stretched himself wearily upon the planks and lay quite still. “That’s all. “No questions now—never mind what became of the drum. “Who’s that sniveling? “Bless my soul! where’s my pill-box?” THE END