after the excitement of the morning.
No one ventured far from cover; for the military remained under arms,
and detachments of mounted troopers patrolled the streets. At the Camp
the hundred odd prisoners were being sorted out, and the maimed and
wounded doctored in the rude little temporary hospital. Down in Main
Street the noise of hammering went on hour after hour. The dead could
not be kept, in the summer heat, must be got underground before dark.
Mahony had just secured his premises for the night, when there came a
rapping at the back door. In the yard stood a stranger who, when the
dog Pompey had been chidden and soothed, made mysterious signs to
Mahony and murmured a well-known name. Admitted to the sitting-room he
fished a scrap of dirty paper from his boot. Mahony put the candle on
the table and straightened out the missive. Sure enough, it was in
Purdy's hand--though sadly scrawled.
HAVE BEEN HIT IN THE PIN. COME IF POSSIBLE AND BRING YOUR TOOLS. THE
BEARER IS SQUARE.
Polly could hear the two of them talking in low, urgent tones. But her
relief that the visitor brought no bad news of her brother was dashed
when she learned that Richard had to ride out into the bush, to visit a
sick man. However she buttoned her bodice, and with her hair hanging
down her back went into the sitting-room to help her husband; for he
was turning the place upside down. He had a pair of probe-scissors
somewhere, he felt sure, if he could only lay hands on them. And while
he ransacked drawers and cupboards for one or other of the few poor
instruments left him, his thoughts went back, inopportunely enough, to
the time when he had been surgeon's dresser in the Edinburgh Royal
Infirmary. O TEMPORA, O MORES! He wondered what old Syme, that prince
of surgeons, would say, could he see his whilom student raking out a
probe from among the ladles and kitchen spoons, a roll of lint from
behind the saucepans.
Bag in hand, he followed his guide to where the latter had left a horse
in safe-keeping; and having lengthened the stirrups and received
instructions about the road, he set off for the hut in the ranges which
Purdy had contrived to reach. He had an awkward cross-country ride of
some four miles before him; but this did not trouble him. The
chance-touched spring had opened the gates to a flood of memories; and,
as he jogged along, he re-lived in thought the happy days spent as a
student under the shadow of Arthur's Seat, round the Col
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