"And was anybody hurt?"
"One of the wounded soldiers was hit. He has now a high fever in consequence."
"Thank God the cannon ball did not hit you or Marion!" ejaculated Harry Powell, and gave Marion a look that made the girl blush deeply. "Somebody said the Ruthven place had been on fire."
"That was at St. John's place," answered Marion. "But the fire was put out before great damage was done."
"I am happy to see that you were not hurt, Harry," said Mrs. Ruthven. "You must have been in peril many times."
"I was in peril, aunt, and I did not escape wholly. I was wounded in the shoulder, although the hurt is of small consequence."
"I am glad that you escaped," cried Marion. And she gave him a look that meant a good deal.
"Poor Colonel Stanton was not so fortunate," went on the young surgeon. "He was shot through the breast, and now lies between life and death."
"Jack saw him shot, from a distance," said Mrs. Ruthven.
"Did he? And where is Jack now?"