He's got a scalp wound, where a bullet bounced off his skull.

It's only a scratch.

Then he's got another in the shoulder; but it's not bad, either." "Where is he now ?" "Look across on the other ridge.

See the big white stone?
There, down under the trees, is our camp.

He's there." "When may--I see him ?" There was a catch in her low voice.
"He's asleep now.