Evans. We found good shelter for the horses underneath the pines. [The men begin to spread the blankets and another to make coffee. Winth. Have you a picket out? Evans. Yes, down on the river bank. Shall we stop here to-night? [It begins to snow very gently. Snow! I'm glad we got into camp before night. Hop. (rubs hands and looks towards the fire). And we'll have coffee soon. This reconnoitering ain't much to my taste. [He turns to Winthrop. A noise (off Right). [Enter soldier quickly. Soldier. The enemy! Winth. Where? Soldier. There, across the river. Hark! [The distant sound of horses galloping is heard. Winth. Under cover! Load! Make ready! [They all crouch behind bushes with guns in readiness. The horses' hoofs are plainly heard, and then the sound of voices singing "Spur On." The sound comes nearer, then the hoofs cease. Winth. They're in the river. Ready! Aim! Fire! [A volley of shots. Hop. They're stopped--some down. Charge! Capture! [Exit soldiers. Evans. Watch the kid in baby blue. [He rises higher than the others and fires. There's a feeble return of the fire (off Right). Winth. (springs to his feet). God! No! Bev! Hop. Down, man! [Winthrop staggers; is about to fall; Hopkins catches him; eases him to the ground. Where? Winth. Here in the side. [Hopkins presses his handkerchief to wound. It was little Bev. Hop. No; you are wounded. Winth. I'm all right. See to the boy. [Re-enter soldiers with four Confederate soldiers wounded. They place them on the blankets. Hop. Come; look for the little boy who had the flag. [He exits with two men. A Wounded Soldier. Was little Stuart--killed? Winth. (raising himself with an effort). I do not know. The Soldier (barely able to speak). He joined us not a half hour ago--first venture in army--last one of boys--had the flag. Winth. Are they coming? Soldier (raising himself, painfully). Yes. Good God! [He quickly hides his face on his arm. [Enter Hopkins, bearing Bev's body in his arms. Bev wears the little blue uniform Fair made in Act I. There is a great blood stain over his heart. He is strangely young and childish looking--a faint smile on his lips. One of the soldiers is carrying a Confederate battle-flag, torn from its staff, very ragged and muddy. Winth. (trying to rise). Dead! Hop. Dead! (Looks down at Bev). Where?