The very first face he saw was that of Colonel Winchester.
"Dick, my lad," shouted the Colonel, "where have you come from ?" "From the Southern army.

I was taken prisoner last night almost within sight of our own, but when they charged this morning they forgot me and here I am." Colonel Winchester suddenly seized him by the shoulders and pushed him down.

The regiment was behind a small ridge which afforded some protection, and all were lying down except the senior officers.
"Welcome, Dick, to our hot little camp! The chances are about a hundred per cent out of a hundred per cent that this is the hottest place on the earth today!" The long, thin figure of Warner lay pressed against the ground.

A handkerchief, stained red, was bound about his head and his face was pale, but indomitable courage gleamed from his eyes.

Just beyond him was Pennington, unhurt.
"Thank God you haven't fallen, and that I've found you!" exclaimed Dick.
"I don't know whether you're so lucky after all," said Warner.