The surgeon took off the straw and the packing beneath it.

The giant had a hole right through his knee, from side to side, and the flesh all about it was horribly swollen and purplish- black.

So the surgeon soused the joint, wound and all, with iodine; the youth meanwhile staring blandly up at the ceiling with his arms crossed on his wide breast.

I stood right by him, looking into his face, and he didn't so much as bat an eyelid.

But he didn't offer to get up when the surgeon was done with treating him.