At first I could not find the wound, though there was blood enough upon his face and fencing-habit.

But presently I discovered that his scalp had been cut from above the eye backwards to the crown of his head--a shallow, ploughing scratch, no more, though it had effectually stunned the old man.
Even as I held him in my arms, he came to and looked about him.
"Are they all dead ?" he said, feeling about for his sword.
"You were nearly dead, dearest of friends," said my master.

"But be content.

You have done very well for so young a fighter.

An you behave yourself, and keep from such brawling in the future, I declare I will give you a company!" Dessauer smiled.
"All dead ?" he asked, trying still to look about him.
"Your man is dead, or the next thing to it, two other rascals grievously wounded, and the scoundrel Von Reuss fled, as well he might.