It is plain enough to see that that officer knew nothing about them." Fergus drank half of the contents of the flask, and then handed it to Karl.
"You finish it up," he said.

"You want it as much as I do." "Not so much, master; but I want it badly enough, I own." Having drank, he proceeded to rebandage his master's wounds, first laying on them rolls of lint he took from his own saddlebag.
"I never go on a campaign without lint and a bandage or two," he said.

"Many a life has been lost that might easily enough have been saved, had they been at hand." He laid the lint on the wounds, and then bound them firmly and evenly.

He had a bandage left, when he had finished this.

With the aid of a man who was limping to the rear, he used it for stanching his own wounds.
"Well, master," he said, "you cannot do better than lie here, for the present.