who fell bleeding on the field; when both I and the baron ran to his assistance. The count, speechless, gave him his hand, and beckoned him to fly with all possible speed. The latter was moved, embraced him, and mounting his horse with his second, gallopped along. Had my friend: fallen on the sport, I had probably tried the remaining brace, and flatter myself, with better success. Bit the desire of saving occupied me more at this moment, than the wish of avenging him.
I did not think the wound mortal; as the bullet had rot penetrated deep enough to effect the entrails. The only thing I dreaded was the effect of the loss of blood. I and my trusty Alsonso; having dressed the count as well as we were able, carried him in our arms to Belle-vue, an adjacent village, where the surgeon, on extracting the lead, and probing the wound, was exactly of my opinion. The result confirmed it, and a few weeks quietness and regularity produced a perfect recovery.
