When Jeanne recovered consciousness she knew by the rumbling and roaring that she was on board a train. The riding was very rough, and hardly realizing where she was she began to feel about her for the cushions, weakly wondering where the lights were. It came to her with a sudden shock as her fingers touched nothing but wood that she was lying prone upon the floor of some sort of a car with not even a blanket under her.

The knowledge brought back the full remembrance of what had happened, and she sat up quickly and tried to peer about her.

“Dick,” she called. “Dick!”

A low moan was the answer. Guided by the sound Jeanne groped her way in its direction, and soon came in contact with the prostrate form of the boy.

“Dick,” she cried again. “Dick, is it you?”

“Jeanne,” came the reply, in weak tones, “are you safe? I called but you did not answer. I did not know you were here. What has happened? Were you asleep?”

“I think I must have fainted, Dick,” answered Jeanne, as steadily as she could, for the thought of Dick’s wound sickened her, and she was still weak from her swoon. “But I am all right. How do you feel, brother? Are you suffering much pain?”

“It is terrible,” groaned the boy. “It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for the jolting.”

“It must be dreadful,” said Jeanne, with aching heart. “Let me see if I can’t help that a little.”

She crawled close to his side, and seating herself with the side of the car for a brace, gently lifted his head and shoulders into her lap.

“Is that better?” she asked, as Dick settled back heavily.

“Yes, dear; but I am afraid that it will be hard on you.”

“Oh, no! It makes me feel so much better to be able to do something for you. It breaks my heart to have you suffer. Didn’t those people do anything for you?”“The surgeon dressed my wound when they reached the station. Then they threw me into this box car. I felt worse because I didn’t know what had become of you.”

“Now you must rest,” said Jeanne, holding him tenderly against her. “We are still together, Dick. You must sleep if you can.”

And so through all the long dark night the girl held her wounded brother, and strove to break the jolting of the rough car. Her arms ached from their burden, and her limbs were numb, but she breathed no word of discomfort.

Sometimes Dick would fall into a fitful sleep in which he murmured feverishly and then he would awake with a start, but Jeanne was always awake to soothe him and to quiet his wandering fancy.

At last the long hours of darkness passed, as the longest and darkest must, and the sun rose lightening up even the gloomy box car with its rays. Pale and wan Dick looked in the morning light and Jeanne’s heart was very full as she gazed at him.

“What would mother say if she could see him?” she thought. “Oh, if she were only here to take care of him! But she can’t be and I must do my best. God help me!”About nine o’clock the train slowed down and presently pulled into a station. After a long time the doors of the car opened and some Confederate soldiers appeared.

“All out for Vicksburg,” called one facetiously.

“Shut up!” said another. “Don’t you see that the boy is wounded and the girl doesn’t look any better than he does.”

“What are you going to do with him?” cried Jeanne in alarm as two of the men lifted Dick up.

“Take him to the provost marshal and then to the hospital. He is our prisoner, you know.”

“Then you must take me right along with him,” said Jeanne, decidedly, rising stiffly. “I suppose I am a prisoner too.”

“I rather reckon so,” was the dry reply.

Jeanne said no more but followed closely after the man as Dick was carried into the station. The depot was thronged with soldiers waiting to go out to the batteries. She obtained her first glimpse of the “Gibraltar of the South” as she drove through its streets by Dick’s side, in an ambulance.

The city presented a fine appearance situated as it was on the wooded summits of the Walnut Hills. From these elevations the flat alluvial country around could be seen in every direction, which with its forests of oaks and cottonwood interspersed with extensive plantations, formed a picture of great panoramic beauty. The main portion of the city lay near the water front and above it the hills were crowned with elegant private residences, and made conspicuous by the high walls of the public buildings. The court-house, a large structure of light gray limestone, crowned the summit of one of the hills and was one of the first objects to catch the eye. The streets rose from the river with an abrupt difficult ascent and were cut through the bluffs and hills directly to the edge of the levee.

With something approaching awe Jeanne gazed at the formidable batteries which had been erected to dispute the advance of the Federals. The most of them were near the lower end of the town as if the greatest danger were to be apprehended from that point. One tier was near the top of the bluff, another about halfway down from the summit to the water. A single row of water batteries was located near the brink of the river to repel all attacks made at close range. The batteries on the hills causing more trouble to the Unionists than those lower down as none of the Federal guns could be elevated sufficiently to reach them while their shot could be made to plunge through the decks and disable whatever boats or vessels came within their range. As Jeanne gazed on these formidable defenses she could not but wonder how the transport had escaped destruction.

The provost marshal was reached at last and Dick’s name and regiment were duly registered. Then the provost turned to Jeanne.

“I don’t know what to do with you,” he said. “What were you doing?”

“Dick and I were trying to reach the Mississippi River hoping that we might get home,” said Jeanne.

“Were you carrying anything beyond the lines?”

“No, sir.”

“How came you within our lines?” persisted the officer, attracted by her youth and innocence, yet determined to probe the affair to the bottom.

“I came from New Orleans,” said Jeanne. “I was visiting my uncle. When they left the city they took me with them but left me at a deserted plantation. I started back to New Orleans but fell in with Colonel Peyton’s camp and he was bringing me to Jackson where he said that he would send me to our side. I met Dick and so went with him because he is my brother.”

“But what was Dick doing here?” queried the man. “What business has a Union soldier in this part of the country?”

“I was a prisoner,” answered Dick, speaking for himself. “I had escaped and when I knew that my sister was in the hands of you fellows I waited to take her away.”

And Dick awaited the effect of his bold declaration anxiously for he was uneasy for his sister.

“I don’t know what to do with you,” said the provost again.

“Let me go with Dick,” pleaded Jeanne eagerly. “He is wounded as you see, sir, and needs care and attention. Please let me go with him. I won’t be a bit of trouble.”

“I don’t know but that that will be the best way out of the difficulty,” remarked the officer musingly. “At least until I can investigate further. What was the name of your uncle?”

“Vance, sir. Benjamin Vance.”.

“Benjamin Vance!” exclaimed the officer in amazement. “He is well-known in Vicksburg. Why, he and his wife are here now visiting relatives. I will send for him at once.”

“What!” cried Jeanne. “Uncle Ben here?”

“Right here,” responded the other. “Orderly, will you send word to the La Chaise manor that I would like Mr. Vance to come here?”

The Orderly saluted and left the room. The provost turned his attention to other matters while Dick and Jeanne waited with beating hearts the return of the man.

In about an hour’s time the Orderly returned and with him came the well-known form of Mr. Vance. Behind him, her silken skirts rustling, her face wreathed in smiles, her manner full of smirks and graces, walked Madame Vance.