“Well,” he said, “have you anything to say?”
“Yes,” I said; “I want to come back into the troop. Can I have a horse?”
“I have no means of looking after prisoners, sir,” he said. “You can only join your troop as a captured rebel against your queen.”
I turned away, and found myself directly after face to face with Haynes and Doctor Danby; but as I went up, the former turned his back and walked away, while the doctor blew out his cheeks and looked very fierce at me.
“Doctor,” I said, holding out my hand, but he did not take it.
I laughed bitterly, thinking that they would all apologise to me some day.
“Brace thinks I have not been wounded,” I said, signing to him to accompany me into another room.
His whole manner changed in the instant, and he was looking at me with interest.
“Eh? wounded?” he cried. “Let’s see. Ah, head. Humph! Only a bad crack. Healing all right. Put on your iron pot again, and don’t let it fret the place.”
“Oh yes; that’s all right,” I said; “but my arm: shall I ever get the full use of it again?”