He turned laboriously over on his face, pulling his shirt free from his body as he did so, and then we saw that he had a long, infected gash from a glancing bullet across the small of his back.

He had been lying on one angry wound while the other was redressed.

You marveled, not that he had endured it without blenching, but that he had endured it at all.
The train stayed with us perhaps half an hour, and in that half hour at least a hundred men must have had treatment of sorts.

A signal sounded and the orderlies lifted up the few wasted specters who still remained and toted them out.

Almost the last man to be borne away was injured in both legs; an orderly carried him in his arms.