...red. I saw his arm was bleeding. I asked, was it serious? He said, It's a pretty little wound. I saw two of our men coming, and I called them over. The Rebels saw them, and began firing. Colonel Dwight wanted us to go back to the regiment. Said he, Rupert, if you live, I want you to be a good boy. I wanted to bind up his wounds, but he said 't was no use. He gave me a paper he had been trying ...