So just you hold your tongue." "That's a snub, Moray," said Denham; "but never mind .-- Look here, Sergeant, how's your wound ?" "Wound, sir ?" he replied.

"I haven't got any wound." "Then why is your arm in a sling ?" "Oh, that, sir?
That's a bit of the doctor's nonsense.

He said I was to keep it on, so I suppose I must.

But it isn't a wound." "What is it, then ?" said Denham sharply.
"Bullet cut my finger; that's all." "Did it cut it much ?" asked Denham.
"Took a little bit off, and I went to the doctor for a piece o' sticking-plaster, and he as good as called me a fool." "What did you say, then, to make him ?" "I said nothing, sir, only that I wanted the plaster." "Did he give you some ?" "No, sir; but I suppose he wanted to try his new bag o' tools, and got hold of me.

`Hold still,' he says, `or I shall give you chloroform.' `Can't you make it a drop o' whisky, sir ?' I says.