Bachoneday，sittingbesideme，relatedhow，theeveningbefore，hehadwoundedalieutenant，ofthenameofSchell，inthearm。I
replied，laughing，\"HadImyliberty，Ibelieveyouwouldfindsometroubleinwoundingme，forIhavesomeskillinthesword。\"Thebloodinstantlyflewinhisface；wesplitoffakindofpairoffoilsfromanolddoor，whichhadservedmeasatable，andatthefirstlungeIhithimonthebreast。
Hisragebecameungovernable，andhelefttheprison。Whatwasmyastonishmentwhen，amomentafter，Isawhimreturnwithtwosoldiers’swords，whichhehadconcealedunderhiscoat。——\"Now，then，boaster，prove，\"saidhe，givingmeoneofthem，\"whatthouartabletodo。\"Iendeavouredtopacifyhim，byrepresentingthedanger，butineffectually。Heattackedmewiththeutmostfury，andIwoundedhiminthearm。
Throwinghissworddown，hefelluponmyneck，kissedme，andwept。
Atlength，aftersomeconvulsiveemotionsofpleasure，hesaid，\"Friend，thouartmymaster；andthoumust，thoushalt，bymyaid，obtainthyliberty，ascertainlyasmynameisBach。\"Webounduphisarmaswellaswecould。Heleftme，andsecretlywenttoasurgeon，tohaveitproperlydressed，andatnightreturned。