Just then a couple of shots were fired in our direction, and we heard the bullets strike the rocks not far away; but while our enemies were below, and in the full glare of the burning cottages, we were above them, and in the darkness of the shadows cast by the rocks.
So the shots were allowed to go unheeded, while the bandaging went on, every one having some injury which was borne without a murmur.
“Are you hurt, Sep?” said my father then, anxiously, after he had attended to his men.
“I don’t think I’m cut anywhere,” I said; “but my left arm hurts a good deal, and I can’t breathe as I should like to.”
“Breathe?” he said eagerly.
“Yes; it hurts my side here and catches.”
“Humph!” he said. “Can you tie this round my shoulder?”
“Why, father,” I said, “are you wounded too?”
“A scratch, my boy; but it bleeds a good deal.”
He tore open his coat and tried to take it off, but could