CHAPTER XXXII.
THE SAN PETRO.
"Not badly wounded, O'Malley, I hope ?" said General Crawfurd, as I waited upon him soon after the action.
I could not help starting at the question, while he repeated it, pointing at the same time to my left shoulder, from which a stream of blood was now flowing down my coat-sleeve.
"I never noticed it, sir, till this moment.

It can't be of much consequence, for I have been on horseback the entire day, and never felt it." "Look to it at once, boy; a man wants all his blood for this campaign.

Go to your quarters.

I shall not need you for the present; so pray see the doctor at once." As I left the general's quarters, I began to feel sensible of pain, and before a quarter of an hour had elapsed, had quite convinced myself that my wound was a severe one.

The hand and arm were swollen, heavy, and distended with hemorrhage beneath the skin, my thirst became great, and a cold, shuddering sensation passed over me from time to time.
I sat down for a moment upon the grass, and was just reflecting within myself what course I should pursue, when I heard the tramp of feet approaching.