Dave Darrin at Vera Cruz by H. Irving (Harrie Irving) Hancock
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page 97 of 234 (41%)
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Just as the launch rounded the point of land at the mouth of the lagoon, and stood out into open water at full speed, a stray bullet killed Seaman Hicks. "Yes, sir, he's dead, poor fellow!" exclaimed Riley, looking up as Ensign Dave stepped hastily forward for a look at his man. "Hicks was a fine sailor too." "For a party that wasn't expected to fight," returned Darrin wearily, "we've had a pretty big casualty list---two killed, and three wounded." "You're wounded yourself, sir," exclaimed Riley. "Oh, my boot was cut," Darrin assented, indifferently. "Look at your wrist, sir," urged the young Coxswain. Dave glanced down at his left wrist, to find it covered with blood. "It must look worse than it is," Darrin commented, listlessly. "I didn't even feel it." "It will need attention, sir, just the same," Riley urged. "Let me fix it up, sir, with a first aid bandage." There was a water cask aboard. As the launch was now out of close range, and the Mexicans had apparently given up firing, Riley brought a cup of water, poured it over the wrist, and wiped away |
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