"But what ails you, Tom?
You look pale." "Nothing, captain." "Are you sure ?" "I don't think I am badly hurt.

I believe one of those pistol balls grazed my side; but I hardly felt it." "Let me see," said the surgeon.
The doctor opened Tom's coat, and his gray shirt was found to be saturated with blood.
"That's a worse wound than Pemberton's.

Didn't you know it, Tom ?" "Well, of course I knew it; but I didn't think it was any thing," replied Tom, apologetically.

"I knew it wouldn't do to drop down, or we should all be in Dixie in half an hour." "You are my man for the present," said the doctor, as he proceeded to a further examination of the wound.
Tom was hit in the side by one of the pistol bullets.

As I have not the surgeon's report of the case, I cannot give a minute description of it; but he comforted Hapgood and the captain with the assurance that, though severe, it was not a dangerous wound.
"Tom Somers, there's a sergeant's warrant in Company K for one of you three men," said Captain Benson, when the patient was comfortably settled upon his camp bed.