But Caleb brushed away the hands that clutched at him.“If I can walk,I don’t need to be taking up space here.You’ll need my bunk for someone else soon enough.”As the surgeon fussed with his shoulder dressing,Caleb asked again,“Where are the prisoners?”
“Just outside camp,”the surgeon replied.“They’ve been put to work,building an enclosure until we can send them on to Belle Isle.I suspect you might be fit for guard duty,so long as you just stand there looking mean and none of them try to escape.This shoulder’s still pretty bad.”
Caleb stumbled to the tent flap,out of the surgeon’s reach.“I’ll survive.”