Now let me look at his arm.
"Ah!" he went on as he examined the wound, "he has had a narrow escape here.

The ball has cut a vein and missed the principal artery by an eighth of an inch.

If that had been cut he would have bled to death in five minutes.

Evidently the lad has luck on his side, and I begin to think we may save him if we can only keep him quiet." At the earnest request of the surgeons tents were brought up and a hospital established on some rising ground near the field of battle for the serious cases among the wounded, and when the army marched away to join the Saxons at Leipzig a brigade was left encamped around the hospital.
Here for three weeks Malcolm lay between life and death.

The quantity of blood he had lost was greatly in his favour, as it diminished the risk of inflammation, while his vigorous constitution and the life of fatigue and activity which he had led greatly strengthened his power.