"Snicked my shoulder, that's all," replied Buck.
Jim looked at the wound and nodded.
"A snick it is, Buck," he agreed, "and a lucky thing for you. A bit lower, and it would have smashed the bone."
"We'll wash the wound and tie it up," said Jack.
"Later on, later on," murmured Buck. "We've got no time to spare at present. What's the little move next with these boys in blue."
"Do you think they will attack us again?" cried Jack.
"Sure thing," said Buck, "they're a tough crew, I can tell you. We've got a lot more to do before we chill 'em cold."
"That's true," said Dent. "After they smell blood there's no more holdin' them than you can hold a tiger."
"We've punished them terribly already," said Jack.
It was his first battle, and in true English fashion he had fought his hardest for his own life and the lives of his comrades. Now he looked with a troubled eye on the fallen, and sighed.