But do not be alarmed, dear Eva; it is nothing--only a scratch." "Wounded--again wounded--alas!" cried Blanche, clasping her hands together, and interrupting her sister.
"Take courage!" said Dagobert: "I dare say it was only a scratch, as the general calls it.

Formerly, he used to call wounds, which did not disable a man from fighting, blank wounds.

There was no one like him for such sayings." "Djalma, seeing me wounded," resumed Rose, wiping her eyes, "made use of his heavy carbine as a club, and drove back the soldiers.

At that instant, I perceived a new assailant, who, sheltered behind a clump of bamboos which commanded the ravine, slowly lowered his long gun, placed the barrel between two branches, and took deliberate aim at Djalma.
Before my shouts could apprise him of his danger, the brave youth had received a ball in his breast.

Feeling himself hit, he fell bark involuntarily two paces, and dropped upon one knee: but he still remained firm, endeavoring to cover me with his body.