"Corpril Duffey, will ye let one uv the b'ys walk me bate a minate
till I can take the laddie in?" asked Tom.
"Yes, Clary, go ahead, and stay as long as you're needed," was the
kindly answer.
"Is it to your room I'll be takin' him, sor?" asked Clary, rising and
holding his burden across his breast.
"Of course, and place him on my bed. Corporal Duffey, send a man for
the surgeon and hospital steward, and send another with the pony to
the stable."
It was too dark to take in details, but I noticed Chiquita was utterly
exhausted, and that she was covered with foam. Following Clary to my
room, I saw, when the light fell upon Henry's face, that his right
cheek and neck were bleeding, and that his left arm hung unnaturally
limp by the bearer's side.
We placed him upon the bed, and Surgeon Coues, who had now arrived and
pronounced the boy to be simply in a faint from loss of blood and
over-exertion, applied restoratives and brought him back to
consciousness. As Henry's eyelids raised, and he recognized me, he
said, weakly:
"Oh, Mr.
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