“Come where we can speak without fear of disturbing him,” was the reply; and then I was left alone with Chris.
“PUT THOSE GUNS DOWN!”
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I opened my eyes and looked about me, remembering things. I was in the tent close to where I had fallen and they had brought the bed from the cottage and placed me on it. I looked about for the wounded man who had been the cause of my undoing, but he was not there. Everything else was as it had been before the trouble; and I wondered what had happened.
“Good Chris, old dog,” I said, putting out my hand to pat him. He barked, not very loudly, but the sound jarred my head with such a spasm of pain that I hushed him; and as I was doing so, Mademoiselle and Karasch came hurrying back.
“You are better, Burgwan?” she asked.
“What does it all mean?” I asked. “I remember I had a crack on the head.” I lifted my head, though it took all I knew not to wince at the pain it cost me, and put my hand to it.
“We will tell you everything presently. You mustn’t talk yet. You are not strong enough.”
“Tell me now. I am all right;” but I was glad to yield to her hand and lay my head down again. “Where are those men?”
“All is well. You may be perfectly at ease,” she said, soothingly.