“Must I stay in here all the time?”

“No, you may go where you please.  I will give you a certificate which will keep you safe from harm.  You can walk about, and visit your regiment if you wish.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

Hapgood had been compelled to leave the hospital before his patient waked, and Tom had not yet learned any thing in regard to the casualties of the battle.  Armed with the surgeon’s certificate, he left the hospital, and walked to the place where the steward told him he would find his regiment.  Somewhat to his astonishment he found that he was very weak; and before he had accomplished half the distance to the camp, he came to the conclusion that he was in no condition to carry a knapsack and a musket on a long march.  But after resting himself for a short time, he succeeded in reaching his friends.

He was warmly received by his companions, and the veteran of the company had nearly hugged him in his joy and admiration.

“Honorable mention, Tom,” said Hapgood.  “You will be promoted as true as you live.”

“O, I guess not,” replied Tom, modestly.  “I didn’t do any more than any body else.  At any rate, you were close by my side, uncle.”

“Yes, but I followed, and you led.  The commander of the division says you shall be a lieutenant.  He said so on the field, and the colonel said so to-day.”

“I don’t think I deserve it.”

“I do; and if you don’t get a commission, then there ain’t no justice left in the land.  I tell you, Tom, you shall be a brigadier if the war lasts only one year more.”

“O, nonsense, uncle!”

“Well, if you ain’t, you ought to be.”

“I’m lucky to get out alive.  Whom have we lost, uncle?”

“A good many fine fellows.” replied Hapgood, shaking his head, sadly.

“Poor Ben dropped early in the day.”

“Yes, I was afraid he’d got most to the end of his chapter afore we went in.  Poor fellow!  I’m sorry for him, and sorry for his folks.”

“Fred Pemberton said he should be killed, and Ben said he should not, you remember.”

“Yes, and that shows how little we know about these things.”

“Bob Dornton was killed, too.”

“No, he’s badly hurt, but the surgeon thinks he will git over it.  The cap’n was slightly wounded.”  And Hapgood mentioned the names of those in the company who had been killed or wounded, or were missing.

“It was an awful day,” sighed Tom, when the old man had finished the list.  “There will be sad hearts in Pinchbrook when the news gets there.”

“So there will, Tom; but we gained the day.  We did something handsome for ‘Old Glory,’ and I s’pose it’s all right.”

“I would rather have been killed than lost the battle.”

“So would I; and betwixt you and me, Tom, you didn’t come very fur from losing your number in the mess,” added the veteran, as he thrust his little fingers into a bullet hole in the breast of Tom’s coat.  “That was rather a close shave.”