“To be wounded?”
“To have to lie here and all that fun going on. Beg pardon, sir; you just dress me up again to-morrow, and then give me a stiffykit of being fit to go on duty again. I should get right quicker along with the men than lying here alongside Bob Hanson.”
“I have not made a sound,” said Hanson.
“No, my lad, but you’ve looked as if you were going to.”
“There, lie still,” said Dick. “I’ll come and look to your bandages as soon as I’ve got these hot things off; and I’m not fit to come now.”
Dick kept his word, and this time he had the doctor’s advice to help him to ease the poor fellows lying in misery.
“We shall be better in the morning, sir,” said Hanson so meaningly that Dick asked why he said that.
“We can lie and think about the troop having won.”
Dick had barely finished when there was a summons to meet the Rajah, who had come to obtain first-hand an account of the fight, to which he listened with an intense display of interest, expressing his satisfaction again and again.
“How have you got on here, sir, while we’ve been away?” asked Wyatt.