We ran until we got into a hail of bullets from our own messmates.

Then, sir, that we might reach you, we threw ourselves down and crawled a few yards." "Riley," declared Dave, heartily, "you're as good a man as there is in the United States Navy!" Whereat the petty officer fairly blushed with pride.
"All our men are so good," added Trent, genially, "that it's a difficult task to pick the best." The surviving bandits had fled.

Trent's orders forbade pursuing beyond the house.

So, while Riley and Dave were examining the deep wound in the latter's forearm, Trent gave orders to bury the dead in shallow graves and to pick up the wounded for removal to Vera Cruz.
Immediately upon returning to the advanced line Dave was ordered back to the "_Long Island_" for prompt surgical treatment.

Though his wound was not dangerous, in itself, the climate of Vera Cruz is one in which there is the gravest danger of blood-poisoning setting in in any wound.
The day after that, duty on shore being lighter, and officers being needed aboard, Danny Grin was ordered back to ship duty, while Lieutenant Trent remained ashore with his detachment.
Having broken arrest, Cantor, on being returned to ship, was placed behind the steel bars of the ship's brig.