He was covered with blood, so was the horse, and so was I.It may have been our own blood, for all three were more or less wounded, or it may have been that of others; I am sure I do not know, but we were a terrible sight.

I pulled upon the reins, and the horse stopped among some thorns.

Scowl felt in the saddlebags and found a large flask of Hollands gin and water--half gin and half water--which he had placed there before the battle.

He uncorked and gave it to me.

I took a long pull at the stuff, that tasted like veritable nectar, then handed it to him, who did likewise.