Lacken, who marched my assistant off a prisoner.

I remonstrated with him upon the cruelty of leaving me alone with all the wounded, when he detailed one of his own men to assist me and went his way.

About one hundred yards from the tavern, on the west side of the road, I found a poor fellow of the Queen's Own lying on his face near the fence.

I knelt down beside him and found that he was sensible.

He told me his name was Mark Defries, and that he was shot through the back.