Give me the water, and
then the bandages."
With deft and practiced fingers Ted bound up the wound as well as a
surgeon might.
"Now for a sip of the brandy, and we'll have him around all right," said
the young amateur surgeon.
He forced a teaspoonful of the ardent spirits between the pale lips of
the wounded man, which was followed by a spluttering cough, then a long
sigh, and Caruthers opened his eyes.
For a moment he glanced around, and with a faint smile closed his eyes
again, and sank into a gentle sleep.
"Bully!" exclaimed Ted, with satisfaction. "He'll get well now, I think,
but he had a close call. A little longer on the back of that pony,
jostled and being tossed around, would have finished him in spite of his
splendid physique."
"What shall we do now?" asked the major.
"There is nothing we can do except care for him faithfully, and nurse
him. Some one will have to watch him, and give him his medicine, which I
shall prepare from your medicine chest, major."
"Let me nurse him," exclaimed Stella, who had come into the room in time
to hear this.
"The very thing, if you don't mind," said Ted.
"Mind! I should like to. And you know that I can nurse some," said
Stella proudly.
"I know it from experience. Keep him quiet. Don't let him talk, and
whenever he gets restless give him a spoonful of his medicine.
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