“Serve him right! And so I’ve been lying here in this hut ever since?”
“Yes, quite insensible, and I don’t think you even knew when the French surgeon dressed your wound and took out a ragged bit of the cartridge.”
“Took out what?”
“A piece of the wad that was driven in, and kept the wound from healing.”
“Well, you have been carrying on nice games without me knowing of it!” said the boy. “And it hasn’t done me a bit of good.”
“The doctor says it has. He told me yesterday evening that you would soon get right now.”
“And shall I?”
“Yes, I hope so.”
“So do I. But it does seem rum that all this should be done without my knowing of it.”
“Well, you have been quite insensible.”