At last, he fired on a man Who went in the gallery, but happened to miss him. A lieutenant came down to ask the cause of the shot. Woodson told him. A second prisoner went On the same errand, a shadow slipping through shadows. Woodson halted him twice but he kept on moving. “There’s a man in the gallery now,” said the young lieutenant. “Well, I reckon it’s one of the men makin’ water again,” Said Woodson, uneasily. The lieutenant stiffened. He was officer of the guard and orders were orders. “Why don’t you use the bayonet on him?” he said. Woodson jumped forward. The bayonet hunched and struck. The man ran into the privy and fell like a log.⁠ ⁠… A prisoner said “You’ve killed him dead,” in a voice. “Yes, by God!” said Woodson, cleaning his bayonet, “They buried us alive at Fort Pillow.”