"My God! It is Captain Morris," exclaimed the Colonel.
Tenderly they placed him in an easier position. Blood from the scalp and side and leg were freely flowing.
"Tell one of the surgeons to come at once," was the Colonel's order, while he knelt to loosen his clothing.
In a few minutes the doctor came and made an examination.
"Suffering from concussion, as well as loss of blood," were his words. "Let us lay him on a stretcher and carry him to quarters."
In a few minutes they reached a vacant house on the lower side of the hill, which they purposed using as a temporary hospital.
"Who is it?" enquired General Drummond, as they approached.
"Captain Morris, sir."
"Ah, another brave man! One of our best officers! How many we have lost in this terrible fight! Will he live, doctor?"
"I hope so. He is not conscious, but he opened his eyes just now."