He was not long in finding one, and then assisting Edgar off with his coat he bandaged up his arm.
"You have got a wound on the side, sergeant!" Edgar exclaimed suddenly.
"It is of no consequence, lad. A fellow threw a spear at me. I tried to dodge it, but was not quite quick enough, and it has grazed my side."
"It is more than a graze—it looks like a deep cut. Just undo your belt."
"Well, give me your handkerchief. I will roll that and mine into a pad and shove it in, and put a bandage tightly round my waist to keep it there. That will do for the present.
"That will do nicely," he said as Edgar fastened the bandage round him. "Now we shall both do very well until the surgeons have time to tie us up properly. I am afraid they will have serious cases enough to last them all night. Now, what is the next move, I wonder? I am horribly thirsty."
"So am I," Edgar agreed.
"Are you both wounded?" an officer asked, coming up with two men carrying a water-skin.
"Yes, sir, but not seriously; but we are awfully thirsty."
"Then you can have a drink of water," the officer said. "There is little enough of it, and it is kept strictly for the wounded."