He was severely, I may even say dangerously, wounded.

The bullet had lodged in his right side.

We had to catch our two horses, and ride them back with our wounded man, leading the fugitive's mare in tow, all blown and breathless.

I stuck to the fugitive's mare; it was the one clue we had now against him.

But Sebastian, if it WAS Sebastian, had ridden off scot-free.