But perhaps we can save him yet,"
he said. "Hustle, fellows! Stella, get me some hot water as soon as
possible. Bud, arrange a cot in my room near the window. Major, if you
have any brandy, let me have some. Kit, get the bandages ready and
prepare some carbolated water. All alive now."
Ted's vigorous action was followed by the others, and in a few minutes
Caruthers was stretched out on the cot in Ted's room.
At the movement the wound began to bleed, which was a good sign, and Ted
proceeded to wash it with warm water, and began to probe for the ball,
to ascertain, if possible, how deep it had gone.
As he was engaged in probing a slight groan came from between the blue
lips of the victim.
"All right, I've found it," said Ted, in a low voice to the major, who
was bending anxiously over the body of his brother.
"It's all right," continued Ted reassuringly. "It didn't go in very
deep, and if he can hold out for a moment or two I think I can get it
out. I've taken out worse ones than this."
Ted continued to work with the probe, and occasionally Caruthers stirred
and groaned.
Then came a gentle tug, and the bullet rolled out of the wound upon the
sheet.
It was followed by a spurt of blood, which Ted looked at closely.
"No danger," he said. "It is not arterial blood.
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