"What has happened?" he asked.
"You have been hit, Mallett, and have had a very close shave of it,
indeed; but as it is, you will soon be about again."
"Where was I hit? I don't feel any pain."
"You were hit in the neck, about half an inch above the collarbone,
and the ball has gone through the muscles of the neck; and beyond
the fact that you won't be able to turn your head for some time,
you will be none the worse for it. An inch further to the right, or
an inch lower or higher, and it would have been fatal. It was not
one of the enemy who did you this service, for the ball went up
from behind, and came out in front; it is evidently a random shot
from one of our own fellows."
"I am always more afraid of a shot from behind than I am of one in
front when I am leading the company, doctor. The men get so excited
that they blaze away anyhow, and in the smoke are just as likely to
hit an officer two or three paces ahead of them as an enemy. How
long have I been insensible?"
"You were brought in here half an hour ago, and I don't suppose
that you had lain many minutes on the ground before you were picked
up."
"Have we taken the Imambarra?"
"Yes, and what is better still, our fellows rushed into the Kaiser
Bagh at the heels of the enemy.
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