"The Quartermaster says he has some forceps." I gasped.

Jack, who had left the room, now appeared, a box of instruments in his hand, his eyes shining with joy and triumph.
Fisher took the box, and scanned it.

"I guess they'll do," said he.
So we placed Ellen in a chair, a stiff barrack chair, with a raw-hide seat, and no arms.
It was evening.
"Mattie, you must hold the candle," said Jack.

"I'll hold Ellen, and, Fisher, you pull the tooth." So I lighted the candle, and held it, while Ellen tried, by its flickering light, to show Fisher the tooth that ached.
Fisher looked again at the box of instruments.

"Why," said he, "these are lower jaw rollers, the kind used a hundred years ago; and her tooth is an upper jaw." "Never mind," answered the Lieutenant, "the instruments are all right.
Fisher, you can get the tooth out, that's all you want, isn't it ?" The Lieutenant was impatient; and besides he did not wish any slur cast upon his precious instruments.
So Fisher took up the forceps, and clattered around amongst Ellen's sound white teeth.