The other was wounded pretty seriously in the jaw.

They came to me for first aid, taking it for granted that I knew something about surgery.

I don't.

I had a bad time bandaging both of them, using two of my handkerchiefs and strips from the protesting Ahmed's shirt.

However, I enjoyed it more than they did.
When Anazeh shouted at last and we all rode to the hilltop there was a dead man lying there, stripped naked, with his throat cut across from ear to ear.