`` but laurence , '' temeraire said , gulping a breath , `` laurence- '' `` he has not got himself shot , '' said gaiters , maximus 's surgeon , who was laboring away urgently and with his arms bloodied to the shoulder , `` so just you hold still there , until one of us can come and look at you ; for god 's sake , '' he roared up at the young ensign who was temporarily his assistant , and attempting to assist him in stanching the wounds , `` pack that sailcloth in harder ; stand on it , if you have to . ''