Colonel Winchester carried the news of the crossing--Early had made it--to the commander, and the rest sought the best shelter to be found.

Dick was lucky enough to be taken into a tent that was thoroughly dry, and the sergeant who had followed him managed to obtain a supply of dry clothing which would be ready for him when he awoke.
Dick did not revive as usual.

He threw all of his clothing aside and water flew where it fell, put on dry undergarments and crept between warm blankets.

Nevertheless he still felt cold, and he was amazed at his own lack of interest in everything.

He might have perished out there in the stream, but what did it matter?
He would probably be killed in some battle anyway.