“I daren’t draw it out,” he said. “It may be wrong to do so.”
“But I can’t march with a thing like that all wibble wobble at every step, sir.”
“Then you must be helped, my lad,” said Murray hastily. “If I draw it out the wound may burst out bleeding.”
“Think so, sir?”
“Yes. You must be helped back till the doctor has seen to you.”
“Here, what is it?” said a familiar voice out of the gloom.
“Titely has a spear through his shoulder, sir.”
“Tut, tut, tut! Here, let me look.”
“Oh, never mind me, sir,” said the injured man; “it don’t hurt much, on’y feels like a scratch; but it’s orfly in the way.”
“Who’s this?” asked the lieutenant.