"Is it the cart keeping you down? Are you hurt? Oh, let me help you away!" she gasped. "You will be killed there."
"I can't move; don't touch me. Julia, listen. You must sit down on Prince's head at once. If he tries to get up, I am done for!"
Julia understood, though she was so dazed as to be hardly able to distinguish one horse from the other. But those iron hoofs were guide sufficient. The poor creature's visible panting showed him to be alive, while Emperor lay to all appearance dead. Julia stumbled forward among the debris, and sat down upon the huge glossy head, rumpled and foam-speckled. She would have been afraid of the position generally, for horses were a source of timidity always, unless she felt herself under Harvey's protection; but fear could have no place now, except for another.
"Are you hurt much?" she then asked tremulously.
"I don't know. Yes."
"Where? Please tell me."
"I don't know."
"If I could only do something! What can I do?" she implored. "If I might help you to get away."
"No, you must not stir. Mind, Julia, if you value my life, don't let anything make you get up till help comes—till I am away. It is the only hope for me."
He spoke distinctly, but in a faint far-away voice, as if the words came with effort, his eyes closing.