"I guess that's so; a little sleep and I'll be all right again."
"Come with me," urged the soldier. "I will fix your wound."
"You won't report without me, will you?" asked Leon eagerly of Jacques and Earl as he was led away.
"We'll stop for you surely," said Jacques. "Hurry along now."
A short time later Leon was seated beside a table in one of the nearby houses. He had removed his coat and blouse and was down to his undershirt. His wounded arm was stretched out upon the top of the table and by the light of a lamp the kind-hearted soldier worked over it.
First the wound, which proved to be a deep flesh cut, was carefully bathed and cleansed. Next a powerful antiseptic was applied and then fresh white bandages were bound around the injured spot. Although Leon protested vigorously the soldier also insisted upon making a sling in which the young soldier should carry his arm.
"That certainly feels better," sighed Leon. "I am very much obliged to you."
"It is nothing," exclaimed the soldier with a shrug of his shoulders.
"It is a great deal to me," said Leon. "I wonder where the others are."
"You had better sit down," said the soldier as Leon tried to rise from his seat. "You are tired and your two comrades said they would call for you."