The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 704 pages of information about The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete.

The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 704 pages of information about The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete.

This explanation, which was perfectly satisfactory to me, was by no means so consoling to poor O’Leary, who lay quite unconscious to all around, moaning in the most melancholy manner.  Some of the blood, which continued to flow fast from my wound, having dropped upon his face, roused him a little—­but only to increase his lamentation for his own destiny, which he believed was fast accomplishing.

“Through the skull—­clean through the skull—­and preserving my senses to the last!  Mr. Lorrequer, stoop down—­it is a dying man asks you—­don’t refuse me a last request.  There’s neither luck nor grace, honor nor glory in such a way of fighting—­so just promise me you’ll shoot that grinning baboon there, when he’s going off the ground, since it’s the fashion to fire at a man with his back to you.  Bring him down, and I’ll die easy.”

And with these words he closed his eyes, and straightened out his legs —­stretched his arm at either side, and arranged himself as much corpse fashion as the circumstances of the ground would permit—­while I now freely participated in the mirth of the others, which, loud and boisterous as it was, never reached the ears of O’Leary.

My arm had now become so painful, that I was obliged to ask Trevanion to assist me in getting off my coat.  The surprise of the Frenchmen on learning that I was wounded was very considerable—­O’Leary’s catastrophe having exclusively engaged all attention.  My arm was now examined, when it was discovered that the ball had passed through from one side to the other, without apparently touching the bone; the bullet and the portion of my coat carried in by it both lay in my sleeve.  The only serious consequence to be apprehended was the wound of the blood-vessel, which continued to pour forth blood unceasingly, and I was just surgeon enough to guess that an artery had been cut.

Trevanion bound his handkerchief tightly across the wound, and assisted me to the high road, which, so sudden was the loss of blood, I reached with difficulty.  During all these proceedings, nothing could be possibly more kind and considerate than the conduct of our opponents.  All the farouche and swaggering air which they had deemed the “rigueur” before, at once fled, and in its place we found the most gentlemanlike attention and true politeness.

As soon as I was enabled to speak upon the matter, I begged Trevanion to look to poor O’Leary, who still lay upon the ground in a state of perfect unconsciousness.  Captain Derigny, on hearing my wish, at once returned to the quarry, and, with the greatest difficulty, persuaded my friend to rise and endeavour to walk, which at last he did attempt, calling him to bear witness that it perhaps was the only case on record where a man with a bullet in his brain had made such an exertion.

With a view to my comfort and quiet, they put him into the cab of Le Baron; and, having undertaken to send Dupuytrien to me immediately on my reaching Paris, took their leave, and Trevanion and I set out homeward.

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