Meantime he was busy cutting away Dobbin’s clothing, and applying bandages and cleansing the wound.
“Ye work like a regular saw-bones, lad,” muttered Dobbin, after a time.
“I’ve done this sort of thing before,” he responded.
With all his skill and speed it took Trim a good many minutes to get the shoulder so bandaged that Dobbin could be left alone.
The task was not quite completed when one of the blacks came to him and said:
“The Narugas are coming up the mountain, and we have just seen them through the trees a little way below.”
“I wonder if they’ll think that we’re in here?” Trim reflected.
Aloud he said:
“Tell the men at each entrance not to fire until attacked. Let the enemy go by if they will.”
It proved that the attacking party had not suspected the hiding-place of Trim and his companions.