You may conceive my rage and despair, whilst all my efforts to disengage myself were paralyzed by the excruciating pain in my thigh.

Powerless and disarmed, I witnessed for some moments this unequal struggle.
"Djalma was losing blood rapidly; his strength of arm began to fail him; already one of the irregulars, inciting his comrades with his voice, drew from his belt a huge, heavy kind of bill-hook, when a dozen of our mountaineers made their appearance, borne towards the spot by the irresistible current of the battle.

Djalma was rescued in his turn, I was released, and, in a quarter of an hour, I was able to mount a horse.
The fortune of the day is ours, though with severe loss; but the fires of the English camp are still visible, and to-morrow the conflict will be decisive.

Thus, my beloved Eva, I owe my life to this youth.

Happily, his wound occasions us no uneasiness; the ball only glanced along the ribs in a slanting direction." "The brave boy might have said: 'A blank wound,' like the general," observed Dagobert.
"Now, my dear Eva," continued Rose, "you must become acquainted, by means of this narrative at least, with the intrepid Djalma.