He was also covered with two thick blankets.

These had not been there when he lay down, for he had wondered vaguely as to how he should pass the night without some covering.
He took a long draught of water, then ate some food.

His head throbbed with the pain of the wound.

It had been roughly bandaged by his captors, but needed surgical dressing.
"I wonder how long I am likely to be, before I am exchanged," he said to himself.

"A long time, I am afraid; for there are scores of Russian officers prisoners with us, and I don't think there are half a dozen of ours captured by the Russians.