Trent brushed them on one side and made a brief examination.

Then he had him carried carefully into one of the tents while he went for his medicine-chest.
Preparations for a start were made, but Trent was thoughtful.

For the second time within a few hours this man, in whose power it was to ruin him, lay at his mercy.

That he had saved his life went for nothing.

In the heat of battle there had been no time for thought or calculation.
Trent had simply obeyed the generous instinct of a brave man whose blood was warm with the joy of fighting.