"I see his coat were tore an' we took it off an' the jacket, an' I ripped the shirt some an' see that the bullet had kind o' scuffed its foot on him goin' by, an' left a track in the skin. It didn't mount to nothin'. The Doctor washed it off an' put a plaster on. "'Looks as if he'd drawed a line on yer heart an' yer bullet had lifted his aim,' I says. 'Ye shoot quick, Jack, an' mebbe that's what saved ye.' "It looked kind o' neevarious like that 'ere Englishman had intended they was goin' to be one Yankee less. Jack put on his jacket an' his coat an' we stepped over to see how they was gettin' erlong with the other feller. The two doctors was tryin' fer to fix his arm and he were groanin' severe. Jack leaned over and looked down at him. "'I'm sorry,' he says. 'Is there anything I can do?' "'No, sir. You've done enuff,' growled the old General. "One o' his party stepped up to Jack. He were dressed like a high-up officer in the army. They was a cur'ous look in his eyes--kind o' skeered like. Seemed so I'd seen him afore somewheres. "'I fancy ye're a good shot, sir--a good shot, sir--what--what?' he says to Jack, an' the words come as fast as a bird's twitter. "I've had a lot o' practise,' says our boy. "'Kin ye kill that bird--what--what?" says he, p'intin' at a hawk that were a-cuttin' circles in the air. "'If he comes clus' 'nough,' says Jack. "I passed him the loaded pistol. In 'bout two seconds he lifted it and bang she went, an' down come the hawk. "Them fellers all looked at one 'nother. "'Gin'ral, shake hands with this 'ere boy,' says the man with the skeered eyes. 'If he is a Yankey he's a decent lad--what--what?' "The Gin'ral shook hands with Jack an', says he: 'Young man, I have no doubt o' 'yer curidge or yer decency.' "A grand pair o' hosses an' a closed coach druv up an' the ol' what-whatter an' two other men got into it an' hustled off 'cross the field towards the pike which it looked as if they was in a hurry. 'Fore he were out o' sight a military amb'lance druv up. Preston come over to us an' says he: "'We better be goin'.' "'Do ye know who he were?' asks Jack. "'If ye know ye better fergit it,' says Preston. "'How could I? He were the King o' England,' says Jack. 'I knowed him by the look o' his eyes.' "'Sart'in sure,' says I. 'He's the man that wus bein' toted in a chair.' "'Hush! I tell ye to fergit it,' says Preston. "'I can fergit all but the fact that he behaved like a gentleman,' says Jack. "'I 'spose he were usin' his private brain,' says I." This, with some slight changes in spelling, paragraphing and punctuation, is the account which Solomon Binkus gave of the most exciting adventure these two friends had met with.