Taste a drop, darling, and it may be, 'twill revive ye.
Och! and he'll niver taste ag'in; here's the doctor, honey, him ye used
to blarney wid, waping as if the poor sowl would die for ye. Och! he's
gone, he's gone; and the liberty is gone with him."
A thundering sound of horses' feet came rolling along the road which led
near the place where Lawton lay, and directly the whole body of
Virginians appeared, with Dunwoodie at their head. The news of the
captain's fate had reached him, for the instant that he saw the body he
halted the squadron, and, dismounting, approached the spot. The
countenance of Lawton was not in the least distorted, but the angry
frown which had lowered over his brow during the battle was fixed even
in death. His frame was composed, and stretched as in sleep. Dunwoodie
took hold of his hand, and gazed a moment in silence; his own dark eye
kindled, and the paleness which had overspread his features was
succeeded by a spot of deep red in either cheek.
"With his own sword will I avenge him!" he cried, endeavoring to take
the weapon from the hand of Lawton; but the grasp resisted his utmost
strength. "It shall be buried with him. Sitgreaves, take care of our
friend, while I revenge his death."
The major hastened back to his charger, and led the way in pursuit of
the enemy.
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