"You stop your nonsense!" said Velo suddenly over his shoulder. His voice took on a whine. "What makes you act so, Zaidos? I'm your cousin, and I should think you would be ashamed of the things you say to me, just as if I haven't stuck right beside you every minute, and as if I had not done everything in the world that I possibly could do to help you. You don't treat me well, Zaidos!"
"I do, too," said Zaidos, stung by this injustice. "I should think I did; but how do you treat me?"
They reached the entrance to the First Aid Station and gave their unconscious burden into the hands waiting to receive him. The doctor scanned the wound.
"Well, boys," he said, "you have saved this man all right." He turned the bright light on the still, white face. "My heavens!" he exclaimed.
"Who is it?" asked the nurse.
Velo looked at the face, and spoke before the doctor could reply.
"I know him," he said. "His name is John Smith."
The doctor was working rapidly with restoratives.
"John Smith?" he repeated. "This is the Prince of Teck's oldest son, and his brother was killed an hour ago. We must keep this fellow alive," he went on, doggedly. "First time I met him he was just an hour old. He won't go out of this world yet if I can help it!"
The boys went outside and for a moment sat down on the ground to rest.