“Like hell it is,” agreed Rex, feelingly.
“Listen,” the Duke went on. “The soldiers are perhaps searching for us in the woods at this very moment If you cry out you may bring them upon us. Can you bear it, do you think, or shall Rex gag you again?”
Simon groaned, and looked from side to side. “Give me the cloth,” he said, in a faint whisper.
They passed it to him, and he took it between his teeth, then nodded feebly. Marie Lou held one of his hands tightly in hers.
De Richleau applied the antiseptic — Simon gave a shudder and lay still.
“He’s done another faint,” said Rex.
“All the better,” murmured the Duke. “I can make a more thorough job of it.”
When Simon came to again his thigh was nearly bandaged.
“You’ll feel fine now.” Rex patted him on the shoulder. “We are going to pop you right between the blankets.”
Simon nodded, feebly.