"But he preferred it to falling into the hands of an enemy," said Frank. "He was a brave man."
"Come," said Lord Hastings; "we shall go down and carry him into the house. Then we shall notify the civil authorities and they can take charge of his body."
They made their way down stairs and tenderly carried the body of the Baron into the house, where they stretched out his mangled form as well as possible and covered it with a sheet. Lord Hastings went to the telephone in the hall and notified the authorities.
"Well," he said, "we may as well go now."
"How about your wound, sir?" asked Jack. "I saw blood on your coat a moment ago."
"True; I had forgotten," replied Lord Hastings.
He stripped off his coat and Jack examined the wound.
"Just a scratch," he said cheerfully. "I'll fix it up in a jiffy, sir."
He did a neat job and Lord Hastings again donned his coat and turned to go.
"Wait a minute, sir; you are forgetting something," exclaimed Frank.