"And the battle—is it over?"
"Yes, Captain; keep still."
"Thank heaven!"
For a time there was a pause, and the Sergeant put some whiskey and water to his lips.
"I must be badly knocked out," he ventured again, after a while.
"Not so bad as some," was the answer.
"Bad enough."
"I will call the doctor or Colonel Battersby," said the sergeant. "I had orders to report."
"Wait a minute, Sergeant, it can't be three yet."
"It is, nearly."