Hop. Come; look for the little boy who had the flag.
[He exits with two men.
A Wounded Soldier. Was little Stuart—killed?
Winth. (raising himself with an effort). I do not know.
The Soldier (barely able to speak). He joined us not a half hour ago—first venture in army—last one of boys—had the flag.
Winth. Are they coming?
Soldier (raising himself, painfully). Yes. Good God!
[He quickly hides his face on his arm.
[Enter Hopkins, bearing Bev's body in his arms. Bev wears the little blue uniform Fair made in Act I. There is a great blood stain over his heart. He is strangely young and childish looking—a faint smile on his lips. One of the soldiers is carrying a Confederate battle-flag, torn from its staff, very ragged and muddy.
Winth. (trying to rise). Dead!