Hop. Down, man!
[Winthrop staggers; is about to fall; Hopkins catches him; eases him to the ground.
Where?
Winth. Here in the side.
[Hopkins presses his handkerchief to wound.
It was little Bev.
Hop. No; you are wounded.
Winth. I'm all right. See to the boy.
[Re-enter soldiers with four Confederate soldiers wounded. They place them on the blankets.