nces.

The patient was evidently quite sensible.

"Smith, hold his legs," said Syd; "Strake, you and Rogers each take an
arm. I will be as tender as I can."

"Hadn't we better let him die in peace, sir?" groaned the boatswain.

"No; not till everything has been done to try and save him."

"Oh!" yelled Pan.

"Now then, as softly as you can. Once I see where he is injured, I
shall be able to know what to do."

"Very well, sir," said the boatswain, piteously. "There, my poor boy, I
won't hurt you much," and he took Pan's arm.

A shriek made him let go and jump away to begin wiping his brow.

"Again: quick, and let's get it done, Strake," whispered Syd. "Ready?
Now then, all together."

"Oh!" yelled Pan, but the men held on, and Syd was about to tear open
the boy's shirt, when Rogers exclaimed--

"Sleeve's all wet here, sir," and he pointed to the fleshy part of the
boy's arm.

"Oh lor'!" groaned Strake.

"Ah, let me see," cried Syd, eagerly; and he took out and opened his
knife.

Pan's eyes were wide open now, and he stared in a horrified manner at
the blade.

"No, no, no," he yelled. "I won't have it off; I won't have it off."

"Hold the wrist tight," said Syd.

Rogers obeyed, and with the boy shrieking horribly, the point of the
knife was inserted and his sleeve ripped right up to the shoulder.

"Hah!" exclaimed Syd, closing his knife, as he caught sight of the wound
in the thick of the arm. "It has not bled much. Hold the light here
more closely."

"No, no," yelled Pan. "I won't have it off."

"The bone is all right," said Syd, continuing his examination; "but the
bullet must be there. Look: here it is!"

In fact there it was, lying in the sleeve, having passed clean through,
and of course making a second wound.

"There, that will not hurt," said Syd, coolly. "Now let's see about his
chest."

"No," yelled Pan, bursting into a fit of blubbering; "there arn't
nothing there. T'other one missed me."

The boatswain drew himself up and seemed to be taking a tremendously
long breath.

"I'm very glad, Pan," said Syd. "Now, come, be a man. I'm just going
to put a little pellet of rag over those two holes, and bind them up
tightly. I won't hurt you much."

"No, no, no," howled Pan; "you'll take it off. I won't have it cut
off."

"I tell you I'm going to bandage your arm up, and you'll have it in a
sling."

"No, no," yelled Pan.

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