"Leg and side," said the wounded one, in English with an accent.
"I'll fetch a litter."
"Stay moment. Only dead men--two days. Good to see a live one. . . . Did you win?"
"Yes, we won, but at very heavy cost."
"Glad you won."
"That doesn't sound good," said honest Jim, with disfavour.
"You would feel same. Hate Russians. . . . Pole."
"I see," said Jim, whose history was nebulous, but equal to the occasion.
"Forced to fight," said the wounded man. "Done with it now."
"Take some more rum--it'll warm you up; and I'll find a litter for you."