The reason for this was soon explained by the sight of a man, extended on the thwarts, and writhing with pain.

This proved to be one of the duellists, who was shot in the groin at the second fire, and dangerously wounded.

The boat reached the landing place, and the surgeon and the second both went up the wharf in search of some means of transporting the unfortunate man to his home.
Meanwhile he lay upon his rude couch exposed to the nearly vertical rays of the sun; his only attendant a negro, who brushed away the flies which annoyed him.

His features were of a deadly pallor; he breathed with difficulty, and appeared to suffer much from pain.
Some ten or fifteen minutes elapsed ere the friends of the wounded man returned, bringing a litter, mattress, and bearers.

He was too ill to be conveyed through the streets in a coach.