I could put you ashore to-night, but it's not worth while.

Get a good night's sleep, and we'll see to-morrow." Dick knew that he was right, and, quelling his impatience, he lay down in one of the bunks and slept until morning.
Then, after a solid breakfast, he went ashore with the good wishes of Captain Hays, and, a few hours later, he was with the Union army and his own regiment.

Again he was welcomed as one dead and his own heart was full of rejoicing because all of his friends were alive.

Warner alone had been wounded, a bullet cutting into his shoulder, but not hurting him much.

He wore a bandage, his face had a becoming pallor, and Pennington charged that he was making the most of it.
"But it was an awful day," said Warner, "and there's a lot of gloom in the camp.