A shot struck one of the men who held the litter in his arm and he was compelled to let go.
The litter tipped over and Jackson fell heavily to the ground, his whole weight crashing upon his wounded arm.

Harry heard him utter then his first and only groan.

The boy himself cried out in horror.
But they lifted him up again, and the litter bearers carried him on, the young officers crowded close around him.

Although it was far on toward midnight, the roar of the battle swelled afresh through the Wilderness.

They came presently to an ambulance, by the side of which Jackson's physician, Dr.McGuire, stood.