"His pulse is beatin' an' he'll come to soon.

The rain helped him.

Whar was he hit?
By gum, here it is! A bullet has ploughed all along the side of his head, runnin' 'roun' his skull.

Here, you Yank, did you think you could kill Sam by shootin' him in the head with a bullet?
We've stood him up in front of our lines, and let you fellows break fifty pound shells on his head.

You never done him no harm, 'cept once when two solid shot struck him at the same time an' he had a headache nigh until sundown.