Captain Somers had only fainted from exhaustion consequent upon the severe trials of the preceding night, and the excitement and fatigue he had undergone during the battle. The skilful attentions of De Banyan soon restored him to consciousness; but he was as weak and feeble as an infant. He had eaten only one of the biscuits he had taken in the morning, and had performed his trying duties on an empty stomach. His health, already shattered, was not equal to the fatigues he had been called upon to endure.
“There is nothing further for you or me to do here. We have won the field, and if the rest of the line does its work we shall have the day,” said De Banyan. “Now we will go and have you taken care of.”
“I am willing, for I can’t stand this any longer,” replied Somers, feebly.
The major helped him on his horse again, and walked by his side, as they slowly made their way to the rear. Every house in the vicinity of the battle-field was filled with wounded soldiers, and there was no spot where De Banyan could find a resting-place for his patient; but he obtained some refreshment for him, which in a measure restored his strength.
“I’m afraid you are going to be sick, Somers,” said the major, anxiously, as he gazed upon the pale face of his friend.
“I feel so myself.”
“I am bound to see you in a comfortable place. Do you know of one?”
“The farther we go from this vicinity, the more likely we shall be to find one. I must report myself at headquarters first.”
“Right; and you will find your servant there.”
They went to the place where the headquarters had been located, but the wounded general had been conveyed to Centreville. Somers, however, reported himself to the chief of staff, and found Alick.