He had been shot high in the shoulder, not a dangerous wound.

I bandaged it for him.

He was grateful--said he had no friends." "Poor fellow! Oh, I'm glad it--it isn't bad," said Miss Sampson.
Something glistened in her eyes.
"He looked strange, sort of forlorn.

I think your words--what you said hurt him more than the bullet.

I'm sure of that, Miss Sampson." "Oh, I saw that myself! I was furious.