“Of course,” he murmured to himself, “it’s Miss Denison.”
“He can’t have fallen as heavily as that unassisted,” said the grey-bearded man, whom Ned now knew to be the doctor.
“Do you mean that he was thrown down?” asked Olivia, in a whisper of tragic earnestness.
“Yes. Look at the blood on the stones.”
“Oh!” The girl’s teeth chattered with horror.
There was a pause, while the doctor lifted him gently.
“That’s the leg he limps with,” said the girl.
The doctor touched the wounded limb gently, but the action made Ned moan.
“What shall I do with the dogs?” asked Olivia, presently, in the same low voice. “I think they are kept in one of these rooms. My father said so.”
“Turn the brutes loose in the garden.”