Back to your place, sir! Who told you to leave?
Here; stop! As you are here you may as well tie that rag round it." He said these last words more gently, and smiled as I rapidly bound up his injury as well as I could.
"Thank ye, my lad," he said.

"I must preserve discipline, and we're getting pressed.

Taken off a bit of the middle finger--hasn't it ?" "Half of it, I'm afraid," I said.
"What have you got to be afraid of?
Might have been worse.

Suppose it had been the first finger; then I shouldn't have been able to draw trigger--eh?
That'll do--won't it?
I'm in a hurry." "I haven't stopped the bleeding," I replied.
"Never mind.

Mother Nature will soon do that.