I'll take the first watch
and--"
At that moment a groan from one of the prisoners on the other side of
the room interrupted, and with an exclamation Bob started forward.
"Good gracious," he said, "I'd forgotten all about that chap. His arm
felt wet and sticky when we were wrestling and I believe he's the man
Tom wounded with that first shot in the darkness."
Bending over his late opponent, Bob noted a dark brown stain on the
left shoulder of his coat.
"Only a flesh wound, I reckon," said the other. "But it sure hurts.
Are you going to leave me like this?"
Bob flushed.
"Of course not," he said. "What do you think I am? Here, let me help
you up and we'll have a look at it."
Bob assisted the other to a chair. His hands were then untied, the
coat sleeve cut away and an examination made of his injury. It proved
not serious. The man told Bob where to find a bottle of iodine. He
winced under the sting of its application, but made no outcry. Then a
rough bandage was made of clean handkerchiefs, and the boys stood back
to examine their handiwork, for all had taken part in the operation.
"You're some fighter, kid," the other said approvingly to Bob. "But I
reckon I'da got you at that if it hadn't been for that arm.
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