"Now then, two of you men.

One of you pull out that man while we lift." The horse's head and shoulders were lifted clear, and the injured man was pulled out of danger.
"Take him out of the way, please, doctor," said Duff, to the M.O., who was examining the groom.
"Sergeant!" His sergeant literally sprang to his side.
"Get me a dozen bags," he said.
"Bags, sir?
I don't know where--" "Bags," repeated Duff savagely.

"Canvas, anything to wrap around these horses' feet." The sergeant without further words plunged into the darkness, returning almost immediately with half a dozen bags.
"Thanks, sergeant; that's the way to move.

Now get some more!" Under Duff's directions the bags were tied about the feet of the horses, thus enabling them to hold their footing, and the transport moved off in the darkness.
Returning from the disposing of the injured man, the M.O.found Barry shivering with the cold, and weak from his recent attack of seasickness.
"There will be no end of a sick parade to-morrow morning, and you'll be one of them," grumbled the M.O.

"If they don't move them out of here soon they'll take them away in ambulances.