All around, the earthen floor was muddy with blood.
"Run, some of you," commanded the Sergeant, "and hurry up that Dr.Wright, Main Street, two corners down!" Jacob Wassyl, who had come in from the room above, understood, and sent a man off with all speed.
"Good Lord! What a pig sticking!" said the Sergeant.

"There is a barrel of blood around here.

And here is another man! Here you!" addressing Jacob, "put your thumb here and press so.

It is not much good, but we cannot do anything else just now." The Sergeant straightened himself up.

Evidently this was no ordinary "scrap." "Let no man leave this room," he cried aloud.