doing their best to sneak back into Port Arthur harbor and Admiral Togo wanted to do all the damage possible before the forts made it impossible to follow them further. All of the warships' guns were worked to their utmost, and when the Russian vessels did get back they were so badly crippled that they were of small consequence for future fighting until undergoing repairs.
When Larry opened his eyes again he found himself lying on a clean white cot in the ship's hospital with an attendant standing over him bathing his face.
"Oh!" he murmured and stared around him. "Oh, my shoulder! That was a fearful crack I got!"
The attendant did not understand, but smiled blandly and continued to bathe his face and also his head. Soon the full realization of what had happened came to the young gunner's mate. Then he asked about Luke.
The fighting was at an end and presently Luke came to him, to find Larry sitting up in a chair.
"I feel stiff and sore all over, Luke," said the youth. "It was just as if a house came down on me."
"Thank fortune you wasn't killed, or didn't have your bones broken," returned the Yankee gunner.
