Trapped by Malays: A Tale of Bayonet and Kris - George Manville Fenn

“Quiet, sir!” he cried, as he passed a hand hastily across his screwed-up eyes. “I’ve no time for all this nonsense with all these wounded on my hands. I’ve kissed her, boy, and said I was glad; and her aunt and Sir Charles here will do all the rest. Now, Archie, my lad, no nonsense; lean on me. Do you think I’ve been wounded too? I haven’t a scratch. I say you shall have first turn, and—I say, wasn’t I right when I prescribed that day? Do you feel anything like a boy now?”

“Oh, I say, Doctor, don’t!”

“What!” cried the Doctor, purposely misunderstanding him. “What! going to play the woman? Bah! I’m going to hurt you far more than that.”

The End.