By this time Charlie had finished the broth.

The doctor then bathed his head for some time in hot water, but was obliged to cut off some of his hair, in order to remove the bandage.

As he examined the wound, Charlie was astounded to hear him mutter to himself: "It is a mighty nate clip you have got, my boy; and, if your skull had not been a thick one, it is lying out there on the turf you would be." Charlie burst into a fit of laughter.
"So you are English, too," he exclaimed, as he looked up into the surgeon's face.
"At laste Irish, my boy," the doctor said, as surprised as Charlie had been.

"To think we should have been talking Swedish to each other, instead of our native tongue.

And what is your name?
And what is it you are doing here, as a Swede, at all ?" "My name is Charles Carstairs.