eight in the morning
` I am staff surgeon , ' he answered . ` What do you want ? ' `` I told him about your wound , and how we 'd marched about two hundred miles on purpose to get medical assistance . He listened without asking a question , and when I 'd done he said curtly that the hospital opens for out-patients at eight in the morning . `` Well , I piled it on then . I told him your leg was so rotten that you might not be alive to-morrow morning . He did n't even look interested .