The soldier put an arm round his waist, led him to the bush, and laid him down. "Shall I go for help, Captain?" "No. Don't weaken the company. All right. No bones broken. Go on in a minute." The man tied his handkerchief about the ragged and bloody hole in the coat-sleeve; then sat down and reloaded his musket, occasionally casting a glance at the pale face of the Captain. In two or three minutes Colburne's color came back, and he felt as well as ever. He rose carefully to his feet, looked about him as if to see where he was, and again set off for the regiment, followed by his silent companion. The bullets still whizzed about them, but did no harm. After a slow walk of ten minutes, during which. Colburne once stopped to sling his arm in a handkerchief, he emerged from a winding gully to find himself within a few yards of Bainbridge's battery. Behind the guns was a colonel calmly sitting his horse and watching the battle. "What is the matter?" asked the Colonel. "A flesh wound," said Colburne. "Colonel, there is a noble chance ahead of you. Do you see that angle? My men are at the base of it, and some of them in the ditch. They have driven the artillerymen from the guns, and forced the infantry to lie low. For God's sake send in your regiment. We can certainly carry the place." "The entire brigade that I command is engaged," replied the Colonel. "Don't you see them on the right of your position?" "Is there no other force about here?" asked Colburne, sitting down as he felt the dizziness coming over him again. "None that I know of. This is such an infernal country for movements that we are all dislocated. Nobody knows where anything is.--But you had better go to the rear, Captain. You look used up." Colburne was so tired, so weak with the loss of blood, so worn out by the heat of the sun, and the excitement of fighting that he could not help feeling discouraged at the thought of struggling back to the position of his company. He stretched himself under a tree to rest, and in ten minutes was fast asleep. When he awoke--he never knew how long afterwards--he could not at first tell what he remembered from what he had dreamed, and only satisfied himself that he had been hit by looking at his bloody and bandaged arm. An artilleryman brought him to his full consciousness by shouting excitedly, "There, by God! they are trying a charge. The infantry are trying a charge." Colburne rose up, saw a regiment struggling across the valley, and heard its long-drawn charging yell. "I must go back," he exclaimed. "My men ought to go in and support those fellows." Turning to the soldier who attended him he added, "Run! Tell Van Zandt to forward." The soldier ran, and Colburne after him. But he had not gone twenty paces before he fell straight forward on his face, without a word, and lay perfectly still. CHAPTER XXI. CAPTAIN COLBURNE HAS OCCASION TO SEE LIFE IN A HOSPITAL.