“Not much, sir. They shot at me, and the bullet grazed my arm.”
“Come in,” he said, “and let me see.”
O’Hara followed unwillingly, but had to submit to have his wound dressed.
“Where is your master?” said the Captain at last, turning to Thisbe.
“In his room, sir.”
“Fetch him.”
Hallam uttered a furious oath when the message was given, and swore he would not come. Then, rising from his chair, he followed Thisbe to the dining-room like one compelled to obey.
“I am going to leave my brother officer in your charge, Mr Hallam,” said the Captain in the quick manner of one giving an order. “You will see that he has every attention! The regimental surgeon will be up in an hour or so. Miss Hallam, thank you for your kindness,” he continued, turning his back on Hallam. “Good-morning, Mr Bayle. I’m sorry you have had such an upset. You stay here, I suppose?”
“No,” said Bayle quietly; “I am going back to the town.”
“Come with me, then.”