Velly blave boy, not mind littlee bit next time." "What's the matter?
Don't, doctor.

It's getting well now." It was Barkins who spoke, and his hands went suddenly to his injured leg, and held it, as he bent over towards it and rocked himself to and fro.
"Throbs and burns," he said, drawing in his breath as if in pain.

"I-- I--" He looked round wildly.
"I remember now," he said faintly.

"Don't laugh at me, you chaps.

I turned sick as a dog as soon as that butchering was over.