CHAPTER XXIV
A GLORIOUS VICTORY
"How did he get here?"
"What happened to him?"
"Is he wounded?"
These were some of the questions that were, literally, fired at Jimmy as he stood over the cot on which reposed the wasted and scarcely recognizable form of Sergeant Maxwell. Jimmy's chums asked these questions of him because, I suppose, they thought he ought to know the answers.
"I don't know any more how poor Max got here, or what happened to him, than you fellows do," said Jimmy.
"Is he hurt?" asked Bob.
"I'll ask him," said Jimmy. Bending over the form of the sergeant, who was now tossing restlessly to and fro, Jimmy inquired: "Do you know us, Max? Are you hurt? What happened to you?" An incoherent murmur was the only answer.
"He's in a fever," said Roger, as he held his hand against the flushed face. "He ought to be taken to the hospital!"