e Park.

This shot was either better aimed, or the unfortunate youth literally
leaped into the line of fire, for as the sentry drew trigger, just as
the lad passed between two of the trees, Drew uttered a sharp cry of
agony and fell headlong to the earth.

"Poor lad! poor lad!" muttered Captain Murray; and he made a sign to the
soldiers not to interfere, as Frank pressed forward to catch his
friend's hand. Then aloud, "Where is the doctor?"

"Here, of course," said that gentleman sharply from just behind them.
"Always am where I'm wanted, eh? Look sharp, and take him to the
guardroom."

"No, no--to my quarters," said Captain Murray quickly. "Tut--tut--tut!
What were they about to let him go?"

In a few minutes the wounded lad was lying on Captain Murray's bed, with
the colonel, Captain Murray, and two or three more of the officers
present, and Frank by the bedside, for when the colonel said to the lad,
"You had better go," the doctor interfered, giving Frank a peculiar cock
of the eye as he said, "No, don't send him away; he can help."

Frank darted a grateful look at the surgeon, and prepared to busy
himself in undressing the sufferer.

"No, no; don't do that now--only worry him. I can see what's wrong, and
get at it."

The position of the injury was plain enough to see from the blood on the
lad's sleeve, and the doctor did not hesitate for a moment; but, taking
out a keen knife from a little case in his pocket, he slit the sleeve
from cuff to shoulder, and then served the deeply stained shirt sleeve
the same.

"Dangerous?" said the colonel anxiously. "Pooh! no," said the doctor
contemptuously. "Nice clean cut. Just as if it had been done with a
knife," as he examined the boy's thin, white left arm. "You ought to
give that sentry a stripe, colonel, for his clever shooting. Hah! yes,
clean cut for two inches, and then buried itself below the skin. Not
enough powder, or it would have gone through instead of stopping in
here. No need for any probing or searching. Here we are."

As he spoke he made a slight cut with his keen knife through the white
skin, where a little lump of a bluish tint could be seen, pressed with
his thumbs on either side, and the bullet came out like a round button
through a button-hole, and rolled on to the bed.

"Better save that for him, Gowan," said the doctor cheerfully. "He'll
like to keep it as a curiosity. Stopped its chance of festering and
worrying him and making