As my horse Turk is wounded in two places, I have no doubt the poor beast is as thirsty as I am." "The bayonet wound is of no consequence," Karl said, after examining the horse's flanks; "except that it has taken a good bit off its value.

I don't think this bullet wound through the neck is serious, either." In an hour Karl returned, leading the horses.
"I feel all the better for a wash, captain.

I wish you could have one, too.

I have filled my water bottle, but you will want that before morning." By means of the valises and cloaks, Fergus was propped up into a half-sitting position; and he remained where he was until, after nightfall, the din of battle ceased.

He had eaten a few mouthfuls of bread, and felt stronger; and by the time the tents were pitched, and the bivouac fires lighted, he was able to stand.