"He will pull through with good nursing.
It's a bullet wound between the ribs and I f ear, although I'm not
certain yet, that in passing it pierced the lungs. It has gone out at
his back, near the shoulder, and that's a good thing. Leaves a clean
Wound."
By degrees Buck was brought to, revived by a tonic, braced up by a
subtle injection of some kind, after which his wound was carefully,
thoroughly, and scientifically dressed.
Laying back after this, the first person on whom his sleepy eyes opened
was Stanley, now raised on one elbow, so strong had he already grown,
regarding Bangs much as one might look at some one supposed to be dead,
but returned to life.
"Hello, Buck!" Stanley actually tried to sit up in bed. "When we saw
you put out up in them clouds, I sure thought you were a goner!"
Buck weakly shook his bead, but was restrained by the nurse from trying
to talk. "No use!" he whispered wearily. Then his eyes sought that
sweet girl again . She was still looking at him. He gave a sigh of
satisfaction and almost immediately fell asleep.
All at once Stanley seemed to remember what he had come through a
flying death for. He cursed his forgetfulness, then said aloud:
"I want to see Captain Byers. It -- it's important. Please send for
him."
But Byers, already alert, was stepping close and; saying:
"If it is important, go ahead.
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