It was unanimously voted by officers and privates that the picket guard had done "a big thing," and they were warmly and generously commended for their skill and bravery.
Hapgood and Tom requested permission to go to the hospital and see their companion.

They found that the surgeon had already dressed his wound.
"Will he die ?" asked Tom, full of solicitude for his friend.
"Die! no; it's a mere scratch.

The ball ploughed into his cheek a little way," replied the surgeon.

"It isn't a bad wound.

He was more scared than hurt." "I am glad it is no worse," said Captain Benson, who, with fatherly solicitude for his men, had come to the hospital as soon as the company was dismissed.