I immediately seized my pistol in the other hand; but my strength failed, I could not raise it; I fell on one knee.
Then I saw my enemy running up to me with an expression of great anxiety on his face, and very pale.

Seeing that I was wounded, my seconds hastened to my side, but he pushed them aside and seized my wounded arm.

His teeth were set, and I could see that he was suffering intense anguish.

His agony was as frightful as man can experience.
"Go!" he cried; "go, stanch your wound at the house of-----" He choked, and so did I.
I was placed in a cab, where I found a physician.

My wound was not dangerous, the bone being untouched, but I was in such a state of excitation that it was impossible properly to dress my wound.