“There, you are calling me Miss Arden, when you know that here I am Bonnie Belle.”
“I will not mistake again, Bonnie Belle.”
“Here, Chin-Chin, get ready to help me,” and, having placed the basin and other things upon the table, she drew back the collar of the surgeon’s shirt and glanced at the wound.
“What do you think of it?” she asked.
“The bullet passed through, and touched no bones, so it will soon heal,” he said.
She then bathed the two wounds where the bullet cut its way in and out and bandaged the shoulder firmly.
“Now to that cut upon the head.”
The blow had cut to the bone, but the skull was not injured, and, being washed clean, she took a couple of stitches, drawing it together, after which it was also dressed carefully.
Chin-Chin, meanwhile, was sent for some supper for the Surgeon Scout, who ate heartily of what was brought to him, and, left to himself, was soon after sound asleep.
The next day Bonnie Belle visited him with Chin-Chin, again dressed his wounds, and then said: