He then pointed to me--"Officer ?" O'Brien nodded his head again, at which the French troops laughed, as O'Brien told me afterwards, because I was what they called an _enfant_, which means an infant.

I was very stiff, and faint, and could not walk.

The officer who commanded the troops left a detachment in the battery, and prepared to return to Cette, from whence they came.

O'Brien walked, and I was carried on three muskets by six of the French soldiers--not a very pleasant conveyance at any time, but in my state excessively painful.
However, I must say, that they were very kind to me, and put a great coat or something under my wounded leg, for I was in an agony, and fainted several times.

At last they brought me some water to drink.