The bayonet went right through it, and for a moment pinned it to the saddle.

However, it is but a flesh wound, behind the bone about six inches below the knee.

It bled very freely at first, but Karl stanched it, and it has not burst out since; so it is evident that no great harm is done." "I will bring you in some wine and water now," Diedrich said.

"They are getting supper, and I will send you a bowl of soup, as soon as it is ready." After Karl had tethered the horses--that of Fergus with the others belonging to the staff, and his own with those of the escort and staff orderlies--he sat down at one of the fires, ate his supper--for each man carried three days' provisions in his haversack--and, chatting with his comrades, heard that several of the orderlies had been killed in the fight; and that four of the officers of the royal staff had also fallen under the enemy's fire, as they carried messages through the storm of case shot and bullets.

All agreed that never had they seen so terrible a fight, and that well-nigh a third, if not more, of the army had been killed or wounded.
"We made a mistake about these Russians," one of the troopers said.
"They are dirty, and they don't even look like soldiers, but I never saw such obstinate beggars to fight.