"I'm Hit."
Dropping flat onto the roof, he crawled back tothe parapet. With his left hand he felt the injured right forearm. The blood was oozing through the sleeve of his coat. There was no pain-- just a deadened sensation, as if the arm had een cut off.
Quickly he drew his knife from his pocket, opened it on the breastwork of the parapet and ripped open the sleeve. There was a small hole where the bullet had entered. On the other side there was no hole. The bullet had lodged in the bone. It must have fractured it. He bent the arm below the wound. The arm bent back easily. He gounded his teeth to overcome the pain.
Thn, taking out his field dressing, he ripped the packet open with his knife. He broke the neck of the iodine bottle and let the bitter fluid drip into the wound. A paroxysm of pain swept through him. He placed the cotton wadding over the wound and wrapped the dressing over it. He tied the end with his teeth.
Then he lay still against the parapet, and closing his eyes, he made an effort of will to overcome the pain.
