"Where is Fred Pemberton?
I haven't seen him yet." "In the hospital: he's sick, or thinks he is," answered Hapgood.

"Ben Lethbridge is in the guard house.

He attempted to run away while we were coming over from Shuter's Hill." "Who were killed, and who were wounded?
I haven't heard a word about the affair, you know," asked Tom.
"Sergeant Bradford was wounded and taken prisoner.

Sergeant Brown was hit by a shell, but not hurt much.

The second lieutenant was wounded in the foot, and--" A loud laugh from the men interrupted the statement.
"What are you laughing at ?" demanded Tom.
"He resigned," added Bob Dornton, chuckling.
"You said he was wounded ?" "I didn't say so; the lieutenant said so himself, and hobbled about with a big cane for a week; but as soon as his resignation was accepted, he threw away his stick, and walked as well as ever he could." The boys all laughed heartily, and seemed to enjoy the joke prodigiously.
Tom thought it was a remarkable cure, though the remedy was one which no decent man would be willing to adopt.
"How's Captain Benson ?" "He's better; he felt awful bad because he wasn't in that battle.