Algebra is the very thing for a confused mind like yours, Frank, one that doesn't coordinate.

But get on with your list." "When we were in pursuit my horse stumbled in a gully and fell so hard that I was thrown over his shoulder, giving my own shoulder a painful bruise that's just getting well." "We'll allow that, since it happened in battle.

What else now?
Speak up!" "That's all.

Three good wounds, according to your own somewhat severe definition of a wound.

I'm one behind Dick, but I believe that when I was thrown over my horse's head I was hurt worse than he was at any time." "Frank Pennington, you're a good comrade, but you're a liar, an unmitigated liar." "George, if I weren't so tired and so unwilling to be angry with anybody I'd get up and belt you on the left ear for that." "But you're a liar, just the same.