However, he must now be kept as quiet as possible.

Put a bandage on his head and make it constantly cool with cold water.

I will return bye-and-bye, and then we'll see about cutting out the ball." The surgeon then went out softly from the room, leaving the girl to attend to his directions, which she proceeded to do at once; shuddering the while at what she knew her poor patient would have to undergo, when the disciple of Aesculapius came back anon, with his myrmidons and their murderous-looking surgical knives and forceps, to hack and hew away at Fritz in their search for the bullet buried in his chest--he utterly oblivious either of his surroundings or what was in store for him, tossing in the bed under her eyes and rambling in his mind.

He fancied himself still on the battlefield in the thick of the fight:-- "Vorwarts, my children!" he muttered.

"One more charge and the battery is won.
Pouf! that shell had a narrow squeak of spoiling my new helmet.