He drew back his lips and whistled through his teeth when his fingers came in contact with the splashed blood and the rare wound.
"Ah, here we are!" he said.

He awkwardly made further investigations.
"Jest as I thought," he added, presently.

"Yeh've been grazed by a ball.

It's raised a queer lump jest as if some feller had lammed yeh on th' head with a club.

It stopped a-bleedin' long time ago.