infantry was where his destiny layâthat all his trials and triumphs were welded to foot-soldiering. It was hard to hold that idea in this baking heat, traipsing over this measureless land filled with dust and vicious little stones, each of which had at least three sharp pointsâ
He heard Pensimer give an exclamation. Off to their right there rose a little plume of dust. Mesmerized, they watched it as it grew, slipped behind some thickets, reappearedâa horseman now, but a cumbersome horseman, growing larger, a top-heavy burden; and Sam saw there were two riders, one wobbling badly, swaying from side to side. Captain Parrish and Lieutenant Westfall cantered toward them and the strangers slowed to a trot, the overburdened horse wheezing, its flanks soapy with sweat. There was a little commotion among the horses, and they saw the swaying figure half-slide, half-fall to the ground. Captain Parrish turned and waved to Kintzelman, who said:
âDamon, Broda, Devlin! Get over there and lend a hand â¦â
They broke out of the column and ran over to the little group. One of the cavalrymen was talking to Captain Parrish, the other was sitting on the ground awkwardly, one of his feet bent under him, a hand gripping his thigh. As they reached him he raised his eyes to them and said, âIâm hit, boys. Iâm hit â¦â
âWhy, itâs Gurney,â Broda said in great surprise. Damon looked at Broda and then at the wounded man; he could not recall ever seeing him before. His belt was gone, his shirt was wringing wet, and blood was all over his breeches. Damon heard the other cavalryman, who was still mounted, say tensely: âYes, in force, Captain. Iâd say a hundred, hundred and twenty.â
âA hundred and twenty?â
âYes, sir. With lots of extra mounts. They must have come through the notch at Aldapán.â
âWhere is Hollander? Lieutenant Hollander?â
âI donât know, sir. The last I saw he was riding south.â
âAll right.â Captain Parrish dismounted and knelt beside Gurney, who stared at him fearfully. âTake your hand away, son,â he said. âWonât cure it, I can tell you.â Gurney took his hand away from his hip very slowly, as though the consequences of such a move would be fatal; the Captain peered at the wound, and grunted. âGive me your bayonet,â he said to Damon. Sam slipped it out of its scabbard and Captain Parrish took it and ripped the manâs breeches open, wiping at the blackened oval hole from which blood flowed in a slow, greasy stream. Gurney, who had watched the bayonet with apprehension, groaned now and then.
âDoc Haberâll have to dig that out,â Captain Parrish said. He began to bind it swiftly and deftly, keeping the yellow gauze tight in his left hand. The blood kept seeping up through the cloth.
Gurney moaned again. âIt hurts,â he offered.
âOf course it hurts. Did you think itâd feel good? â Captain Parrish stood up, wiping the smears of blood from his hands with a kerchief. âAll right. Get him over to one of the wagons.â
Damon bent over and started to take the wounded man by the shoulders.
âNoâdonât pick me up, donât pick me up,â he begged.
âCome on, Walt, itâs only a minute,â Broda said soothingly; then, in an eager tone: âDid you get one, Walt? Did you get one of âem?â
âGive me some water, mate. A little waterââ
Damon handed him his canteen, and the wounded man drank with feverish greed, clumsily, water trickling over his chin and shirt front, while the other three watched him in silence.
âDid you hit one of âem, Walt?â Broda pursued. âBefore they got you?â
ââ¦I feel sick,â Gurney said. He had no interest in talking about the Mexicans or the skirmish, if that was what it had been, or the
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