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Henry, ol' boy," said the latter, "we'll have yeh fixed up in jest about a minnit." He had the bustling ways of an amateur nurse. He fussed around the fire and stirred the sticks to brilliant exertions. He made his patient drink largely from the canteen that contained the coffee. It was to the youth a delicious draught. He tilted his head afar back and held the canteen long to his lips. The cool mixture went caress- ingly down his blistered throat. Having finished, he sighed with comfortable delight. The loud young soldier watched his comrade with an air of satisfaction. He later produced an extensive handkerchief from his pocket. He folded it into a manner of bandage and soused water from the other canteen upon the middle of it. This crude arrangement he bound over the youth's head, tying the ends in a queer knot at the back of the neck. "There," he said, moving off and surveying his deed, "yeh look like th' devil, but I bet yeh feel better." The youth contemplated his friend with grate- ful eyes. Upon his aching and swelling head the cold cloth was like a tender woman's hand. "Yeh don't holler ner say nothin'," remarked his friend approvingly. "I know I'm a black- smith at takin' keer 'a sick folks, an' yeh never squeaked. Yer a good un, Henry. Most 'a men would a' been in th' hospital long ago. A shot in th' head ain't foolin' business." The youth made no reply, but began to fumble with the buttons of his jacket. "Well, come, now," continued his friend, "come on. I must put yeh t' bed an' see that yeh git a good night's rest." The other got carefully erect, and the loud |
