Yes, I shot the robber with my revolver, and I marked one or two more; but they were three to one; I think I must have got a blow on the head; for I felt nothing--" Here he was interrupted by a violent scream from Wilson.

She pointed downward, with her eyes glaring; and a little blood was seen to be trickling slowly over Seaton's stocking and shoe.
"Wounded," said the general's servant, Tom, in the business-like accent of one who had seen a thousand wounds.
"Oh, never mind that," said Seaton.

"It can't be very deep, for I don't feel it;" then, fixing his eyes on General Rolleston, he said, in a voice that broke down suddenly, "There stands the only man who has wounded me to-night, to hurt me." The way General Rolleston received this point-blank reproach surprised some persons present, who had observed only the imperious and iron side of his character.

He hung his head in silence a moment; then, being discontented with himself, he went into a passion with his servants for standing idle.

"Run away, you women," said he roughly.