rabbing his box of instruments and
running towards his brother officer, "the Americans have got the best of
this fight, as I knew they would with their d----d rifles. But, by Saint
Patrick, it was illegantly done, and that I'll stick to as long as I
live."

CHAPTER XXI.

PREPARATIONS FOR THE SEARCH FOR GULPIN'S BURIED TREASURES.

I started to congratulate Fred, but, quick as were my movements, I found
that Smith had taken the lead, and was shaking hands with him at a
tremendous rate.

"Are you injured?" I asked, running my eye over his form to see if I
could discover any signs of blood.

"No, thank Heaven, I have escaped; although my adversary's bullet
whizzed close over my head," replied Fred.

"I knew that he was overcharging the rifle when loading it," I cried,
delighted to think that Merriam had done so.

"It was the means, perhaps, of saving my life, for the fellow aimed with
good intentions, and I saw by the expression of his face that he was
bound to hit me if possible."

"Well, since you are safe, I'll run and see how your adversary is
doing," I said, glancing towards the doctor, who, with coat off, was
kneeling on the ground, and wiping away blood with a cloth which he had
taken from his mysterious box.

"Do so," replied Fred, "and if I can be of any assistance, let me know;
I have no enmity against the man, and should really like to shake hands
with him before parting."

I ran to the spot where Wattles was lying on the ground, and found him
looking very pale and weak. Merriam and the doctor had ripped off the
sleeve of his coat, and torn off the arm of his shirt; and while one was
making bandages, the other was cleaning a ragged looking wound, just
above the elbow of the right arm.

"If I can be of any service, doctor, I will assist you," I said, in a
half-hesitating way, for I feared that they might consider it an
intrusion.

"Sarvice, my dear boy?" echoed the doctor, stopping to look up for a
moment from his work. "Of course ye can be of sarvice. Stoop down here
and lind me a helpin' hand by straightening out the arm a bit, so that I
can see if the bones are smashed, or only one broken."

I readily complied with the request, and the doctor continued,--"There's
no raison in the world for ye to be inemies now. Your friend has had a
pop at the lieutenant here, and, I'm sorry to say, he's got the worse of
it, although it's about time, for Wattles has been mighty lucky in these
things, a