I've been hit in the leg, and went down, worse luck, and that rascally Russian would have skewered me if you hadn't shot him.

You saved my life, old fellow, and made a good fight for me and I shall never forget it; but it has cost you your liberty." "That's no great odds," Jack said.

"It can't be much worse stopping a few months in a Russian prison, than spending the winter upon the heights.

Besides, with two of us together, we shall be as right as possible, and maybe, when your leg gets all right again, we'll manage to give them the slip." The Russian officer in command of the party, which was about 200 strong, now made signs to the boys that they were to proceed.
Dick pointed to his leg, and the officer examined the wound.

It was a slight one, the ball having passed through the calf, missing the bone.
He was, however, unable to walk.