The Wasp, 1918 · page 141 of 330
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This page contains narrative fiction rather than political satire or cartoons. It appears to be from a serialized story in *The Wasp* magazine depicting a duel's aftermath. The text describes Percy Stanton, a wounded duelist being treated after a fight. Henry Todd helps prepare an escape boat while Willis, a medical attendant, and Dr. Hamm, a regimental surgeon, tend to Stanton's wound. Dr. Hamm enters secretly, expresses surprise at Stanton's fighting ability ("pluck"), and offers a prognosis—Stanton will likely recover unless fever or infection sets in, given his strong constitution. The scene suggests military or officer-class drama involving honor duels, a common theme in period fiction. Without additional context about the publication date or larger narrative, the specific characters and plot details remain unclear beyond what the text directly states.
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132 THE WASP with Henry Todd at his heels. He found every- thing there, even as Todd had said—the box, the leather bag, a breaker of water, fruit, and a bag of bread. They hoisted themselves aboard, stepped the short mast, and pulled up the little anchor. Then Todd unslung the heavy cutlass from his waist and turned the boat’s nose to seaward with the oars. Percy Stanton was carried to his quarters . secluded paths and finally laid upon his bed. Here Willis examined the wound again, washed it, applied a compress and fresh bandages. The captain and Thorgmorton then left the room, | and Willis sat alone with the wounded duelist | until Dr. Hamm, the regimental surgeon, entered the room on tiptoe, with a fat finger . pressed archly on a fat lower lip. He closed the door behind him and turned the key in the lock. * A pretty fight, Cross tells me,” he whispered, advancing and gazing down curiously and with considerable relish at Stanton. “‘I didn’t think Percy had the pluck, and that’s a fact. Alive, stap me if he isn’t—and bleeding nicely! He'll recover, unless the fever gets him or the blood turns and drains inward. With luck, he’ll pull through ; for he has the constitution of an ox. A few weeks spent in bed, on the flat of Sememee eco