“Shot in the shoulder, sir,” replied a man named Brown.
“They got me in the arm,” said another.
“Anyone else?” questioned Hal.
There was no reply, and Hal asked:
“Are you two men able to go on without assistance?”
“Yes,” was the reply.
“Good! Then come on.”
All night long the little party continued on their march, and it was not until the first gray streak of dawn showed them, in the distance, the first British line that the boys felt entirely safe.
Their report made, they were returning, later in the day, to their quarters to seek a much needed rest, when a well known voice exclaimed:
“Well, boys, how are you?”