“Sword-cut?”
“Depend on what and where it was. Most likely put in a few stitches to draw it together, and then apply strapping.”
“All right,” said Wyatt; “we’re often right away from a doctor, and some of us get into trouble, so just you stick by me, Dick, in case I go down.”
Dick laughed.
“I suppose what you say is all right.”
“Oh, yes,” said the lad confidently. “That is what my father would have done.”
“But your father was never in a battle.”
“In the battle of life every day,” said Dick.
“But he never treated a man who had had his leg taken off by a shot.”
“No; but he has treated poor fellows who have had their legs taken off by machines.”