"Now, my good fellow, how are you?" he asked.
"She's done for me, I fear," was the faint reply.
"Not a whit! -- courage! This day fortnight you'll hardly be a pin
the worse of it: you've lost a little blood; that's all. Carter,
assure him there's no danger."
"I can do that conscientiously," said Carter, who had now undone
the bandages; "only I wish I could have got here sooner: he would
not have bled so much -- but how is this? The flesh on the shoulder
is torn as well as cut. This wound was not done with a knife:
there have been teeth here!"
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