It's jest a damn' good belt on th' head, an' nothin' more.

Now, you jest sit here an' don't move, while I go rout out th' relief.

Then I'll send Wilson t' take keer 'a yeh." The corporal went away.

The youth remained on the ground like a parcel.

He stared with a vacant look into the fire.
After a time he aroused, for some part, and the things about him began to take form.