I've lifted much heavier men, and that Dr.Delorme is strong himself, not afraid, either, to use the knife.

Ah, sir, you should have seen how beautifully he worked right under the fire of the German guns! Psst! if need be he'd have taken a leg off you in five minutes, as neatly as if he had been in a hospital in Paris!" John felt apprehensively for his legs.

Both were there, and in good condition.
"If that man ever comes near me with the intention of cutting off one of my legs I'll shoot him, good fellow and good doctor though he may be," he said.

"Help me up a little higher, will you, Picard?
I want to see what kind of a place we're in." Picard built up a little pyramid of saddles and knapsacks behind him and John drew himself up with his back against them.

The rows and rows of wounded stretched as far as he could see, and there was a powerful odor of drugs.