I was delighted to learn that Mike's wound, though painful at the moment, was of no consequence; and indeed Hampden, who escaped both steel and shot, was the worst off among us,--his plunge in the river having brought on an ague he had labored under years before.
"The illustrious Maurice has been twice here this morning, but they wouldn't admit him.

Your Scotch physician is afraid of his Irish _confrere_, and they had a rare set-to about Galen and Hippocrates outside," said Baker.
"By-the-bye," said another, "did you see how Sparks looked when Quill joined us?
Egad, I never saw a fellow in such a fright; he reddened up, then grew pale, turned his back, and slunk away at the very first moment." "Yes, I remember it.

We must find out the reason; for Maurice, depend upon it, has been hoaxing the poor fellow." "Well, O'Malley," growled out the senior major, "you certainly did give Hampden a benefit.

He'll not trust himself in such company again; and begad, he says, the man is as bad as the master.

That fellow of yours never let go his prisoner till he reached the quartermaster-general, and they were both bathed in blood by that time." "Poor Mike! we must do something for him." "Oh, he's as happy as a king! Maurice has been in to see him, and they've had a long chat about Ireland, and all the national pastimes of whiskey drinking and smashing skulls.