But what's that: over half a mile--eh?
Not bad shooting, and shows they must have good rifles, bless 'em! Now then, hand me that cartridge-belt, and I should be glad if you'd pass it over my head, for I'm not very ready to move." "You will have to let the doctor see the place," I said as I extended the bandolier so as to pass it over his head.
"Doctor?
Faugh! What do I want with a doctor for this?
I'm going to keep quiet, my lad, or the doctor and the Colonel between them will be wanting to invalid me." "Oh!" I exclaimed sharply.
"Hullo!" he cried.

"Don't say you've got it too, lad!" "No, no.

Look here," I said, and I held out the cartridge-belt to show where a case was flattened--the brass exterior and the bullet within-- while the spring-like holder was broken, and the leather beneath sprayed with lead.
"What's the matter ?" said Denham, looking round, and wincing with pain as he changed his position.
"It was no spent bullet that struck you," I said, dragging out the damaged cartridge.

"You have the bullet in its brass case to thank for saving your life.

Look how they're flattened." He took the bolt in his fingers, and then held them out, examining all carefully without a word.
"Humph!" he ejaculated at last.