He awkwardly made further investigations.
"Jest as I thought," he added, presently.

"Yeh've been grazed by a ball.

It's raised a queer lump jest as if some feller had lammed yeh on th' head with a club.

It stopped a-bleedin' long time ago.

Th' most about it is that in th' mornin' yeh'll feel that a number ten hat wouldn't fit yeh.