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?
Winth. Over there--on my coat. (Points to where his overcoat is
lying under one of the trees, back to the right). Put the flag near him.
[The soldier does so, after they lay Bev's body gently down.
Hopkins comes to Winthrop, lifts head, giving him water
from a tin cup.
Winth. Give some to them.
[Indicates prisoners.
Soldier (in a broken, gasping voice). I reckon some one--told her
by this time--few of them got away--passed by home. I'd rather be here,
though--than to be the one to tell her.
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