"I think I have received my call," answered Eben, bravely.
"I hope not. But is there anything I can do for you?"
"I would like to see the colonel."
Eben was placed on a stretcher and carried to the rear.
Very soon Allen was bending over him and asking him about his wounds.
"I do not know; I don't seem to bleed much, and yet I am so weak."
The surgeon came quickly at the request of Allen, and made a thorough examination of the boy.
He was very silent, and no one knew what his verdict would be.
"Am I going home?" asked Eben.
"Going home? Are you tired of fighting?" the surgeon queried.