“See to the doctor next,” said Wyatt in a low voice. “I must leave you directly.”
“Yes,” said Dick; and as soon as his first patient was finished he turned to the doctor, who was just recovering from his swoon.
He smiled wistfully at Dick as the lad approached his bed and looked at him inquiringly.
“Badly hurt,” he said. “Back of my head and across my side. The fellow cut at me like lightning, but the sergeant ran him through.”
“Don’t talk much,” said Dick, “but guide me, and tell me what to do.”
“You know as well as I can tell you, Mr Darrell,” the surgeon answered bluntly. “I saw part of what you did for the captain. Most unfortunate—most unfortunate,” he murmured, and he fainted again from loss of blood.
Just then the sergeant came in quickly, and made for Wyatt to deliver his report, the heavy firing endorsing all he said.
“Rajah in safe, sir, with the greater part of his men; others made off together, with enemy in pursuit. They’ve got the gates closed, and the guns at work sweeping the bridge, and the Rajah says there is no need for you to send help.”
“You saw the Rajah to speak to, then?”
“Oh, yes, sir. I went straight to the side of his elephant. He says the engagement is over for to-day, and the enemy beaten off.”