They did so, and Seth asked if he should go in search of a surgeon.
"There's no need," answered Wolfe, in a tone of complete conviction, "it's all over with me."
A moment later Seth having turned to glance at the battlefield, called out, exultantly:
"They run, see how they run!"
"Who run?" Wolfe demanded like a man roused from sleep.
"The enemy, sir," responded Seth. "They're giving way everywhere."
"Go one of you to Colonel Burton," returned the great commander, not forgetting his duty even though his life-blood was fast ebbing, "tell him to march Webb's regiment down to the Charles River to cut off their retreat."
Then turning on his side, while the ghastly pallor of death overspread his features, he murmured:
"Now God be praised, I will die in peace," and passed away.
Profoundly moved Seth stayed by the body of the departed hero, saying to himself: