"But I say, wasn't our man game? Never let out he was hit while you was there; but as soon as ever you was gone, they cut the bullet out of him, and I seen it."
"Ah!—ah!"
"Doctor takes out his knife,—precious sharp and shiny 't was!—cuts into his arm with no more ado than if he was carving a pullet,—out squirts the blood, a good un."
"Oh, no more! no more! You cruel boy! how could you bear to look?"
And Kate hid her own face with both hands.
"Why, 't wasn't my skin as was cut into Squire Gaunt, he never hollered; a winced, though, and ground his teeth; but 't was over in a minute, and the bullet in his hand.
"'That is for my wife,' says he, 'if ever I have one,'—and puts it in his pocket.
"Why, Mistress, you be as white as your smock!"
"No, no! Did he faint, poor soul?"
"Not he! What was there to faint about?"