“‘Do you want anything here?’” she asked.

“Her voice was the prettiest, softest sound you ever heard—­she was mad as a hornet, too.”  The General’s swift chuckle caught him. “‘Hyer,’ she said it,” he repeated. “‘Hyer.’” He liked to say it, evidently.  “I stood holding my cap in my hand, so tame by this time you could have put me on a perch in a cage, for the pluck of the girl was as fascinating as her looks.  I spoke up like a man all the same.

“‘I wanted to ask,’ said I, ’if I might send my men around to your well for a drink of water.  They’re thirsty.’

“The way she answered, looking all around me and never once at me, made me uncomfortable.  ‘I suppose you can if you wish,’ she said.  ’You’re stronger than we are.  You can take what you choose.  But I won’t give you anything—­not if you were dying—­not a glass of water.’

“Well, in spite of her having played football with my heart, that made me angry.

“‘I didn’t know before that to be Southern made a woman unwomanly,’ I said.  ’Where I came from I don’t believe there’s a girl would say a cruel thing like that or refuse a drink of cold water to soldiers doing their duty, friends or enemies.  We’ve slept on the ground nine nights and ridden nine days, and had very little to eat—­my men are tired and thirsty.  I shan’t make them go without any refreshment they can get, even if it is grudged.’

“I gave an order over my shoulder, and my party went off to the back of the house.  Then I made a low bow to the old lady and to Miss High-and-Mighty, and I swung about and walked down the steps and mounted my horse.  I was parched for water, but I wouldn’t have had it if I’d choked, after that.  Between taking an almighty shine to the girl and getting stirred up that way, and then being all frozen over with icicles by her cool insultingness, I was pretty savage, and I stared away from the place and thought the men would never come.  All of a sudden I felt something touch my arm, and I looked around quick, and there was the girl.  She stood by the horse, her red hair close to my elbow as I sat in the saddle, and she held up a glass of water.  I never was so astonished in my life.

“‘You’re thirsty and tired, too,’ she said, speaking as low as if she was afraid the horse might hear.  ’For my self-respect—­for Southern women’—­she brought it out in that soft, sliding way, but the words were all mixed up with embarrassment—­and red—­my, but she blushed!  Then she went on.  ‘You were right,’ said she.  ’I was cruel; you’re my enemy and I hate you, but I ought not to grudge you water.  Take it.’

“I put my hand right on top of hers as she held the glass, and bent down and drank so, making her hold it to my lips, and my hand over hers—­bless her heart!”

The General came to a full stop.  He was smiling into the fire, and his face was as if a flame burned back of it.  I waited very quietly, fearing to change the current by a word, and in a moment the strong voice, with its vibrating note, not to be described, began again.