"You'll see his initials on it." "Yes, here they are," said Colonel Winchester: "'V.W., C.S.A.' It's a fine weapon, but it's yours, Dick, as you captured it." Dick took it and went to the kitchen, where the big fire had just begun to blaze.

He was lucky enough to be the possessor of an extra uniform, and before he changed into it--they slept with their clothes on--he roasted himself before those glorious coals.

Then, as he was putting on the fresh uniform, Warner and Pennington appeared.
"What would you recommend as best for the patient, Doctor," said Warner gravely to Pennington.
"I think such a distinguished surgeon as you will agree with me that his wounds should first be washed and bathed thoroughly in cold water." "And after that a plentiful application of soothing liniment." "Yes, Doctor.

That is the best we can do with the simple medicines we have, but it especially behooves us to reduce the size of that left ear, or some of the boys will say that we have a case of elephantiasis on our hands." "While you're reducing the size of it you might also reduce the pain in it," said Dick.
"We will," said Pennington; "we've got some fine horse liniment here.
I brought it all the way from Nebraska with me, and if it's good for horses it ought to be good for prize fighters, too.

That was surely a hefty chap who fought you.